An hour later I was at Marcel’s mansion, after pulling on a baggy pair of jeans that I held up with a belt, a cropped beige long-sleeved top and twisted my hair into a messy knot on top of my head. I knew it looked silly, my hair was very silky and straight, making strands of hair stick up in all directions refusing to bend, but hey, I wasn’t trying to please anyone.

Leo and Nikki were here, and if they had argued before there was no sign of it now. He looked effortlessly handsome as ever, in black jeans and a dark grey short-sleeved shirt, leaving his muscular tattooed...