I’m back in my changing room, another day having come and gone as I stare at my sorry reflection, eyes once again barely focused as I adjust my tie. Zelia won’t be bursting in to tempt me tonight. She’s probably pulling up to the plane with a scowl right now, her favorite neck pillow already round her neck like the latest fashion craze.

A chill runs down my spine. For the first time since I’ve stepped into this glittering world, I’ll be flying solo. No wandering hand during ...