The wedding was beautiful. Lenore had cast an angry eye on Eloise when she'd spotted which dress she was wearing, but not even a wilful younger sister had been able to spoil her day. The wedding ceremony had been choreographed in minute detail and Eloise could see that the bride and her bridesmaids had been expertly stylised by experts from Milan.

The reception was an exercise in opulence. The Michelin star chef had created a gourmet dinner and Eloise and the few unattractive and non-famous people there had been tucked away at a table that would never make it into the magazine. After the cake had been eaten, Eloise saw...