“Stop being so coy and bloody well tell us what happened last night,” Lina demands.

The dressmaker is getting Charlotte into her meringue dress, a complicated affair with boning, petticoats, tapes and stuff so we’re staying well clear and having a quick glass of champagne outside the bedroom.

“I had a great night,” I say casually. “We went dancing to this really fun sixties club, then we ended up in his hotel room.”

“Ended up in his hotel room? What the hell kind of story is that?” Catherine huffs. “We need details, girl. How many times? Positions? Length? Girth? You know, the usual works.”

“Well, at least tell me the guy has a small dick,” Kylie says, gulping down her champagne.

I smirk.

“What?” she explodes. “Are you telling me he is to-die-for good looking, rich, famous, and has a big dong too!” She shakes her empty glass at me. “I’ll say this for you, Izzy Faraday. You sure know how to pick your one-night stands.”

I frown. “It was not a one-night stand. We’re meeting for dinner tonight.”

Not only Kylie’s but both Lina’s and Catherine’s jaw drop. “What?” all three cry in unison.

I had to pinch myself in the taxi because I simply couldn’t believe what happened to me could be real so I totally get their surprised faces. “Yeah, we’re meeting for dinner tonight,” I say, and can’t help feeling totally smug about it all. Tyson is so amazing. Everything had been so perfect.

“Are you guys going to date?” Lina asks in a shocked voice.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “We didn’t get a chance to talk much last night—”

“I bet,” Kylie interrupts sourly.

“But I really hope we do. He’s really special,” I say ignoring Kylie’s sarcastic comment. “Anyway, we’re meeting for dinner to talk. He wanted to come for the wedding, but I didn’t think it would be fair to Charlotte. It’s her big day, and the last thing I wanted was to make it anything else but her day.”

Catherine is the first to let out a whoop of joy. “That’s incredible, Izzy. I mean, do you realize that you’ve hooked up with the famous Tyson Eden? The guy who’s been voted by GQ as the number one guy you’d sleep with in secret, but wouldn’t take home to meet mama.”

I grin. ‘Last night was perfect, Cat. Just perfect. It was everything I ever dreamed of.”

Catherine grins back, genuinely happy for me. “I’m glad to hear that, honey. You deserve a good man.”

“Be careful though. He’s known to be a player,” Kylie says.

“Stop raining on her parade,” Lina scolds Kylie. “A man is a player until he meets the right woman. Look at Clooney. The guy was a confirmed bachelor until he met Amal.”

“That reminds me. I should call him. He asked me to give him a missed call so he has my number too,” I say, digging into my purse, my stomach lurching with fear. I search all round, then frantically pour the contents of my purse out, but my phone’s not in it.

“Don’t tell me …” Catherine says.

I look up at my friends with a frown. “I can’t believe it. I’ve lost my phone.”

“Where was the last time you had it?” Lina asks.

“I keyed in his number in the hotel room and remember putting it back into my purse in the elevator. I must have dropped it in the taxi.” I pause. “Or maybe I left it at Monsieur Armand’s shop when I went to collect the ribbons.”

“You’ve got everything backed up, haven’t you?” Cat says.

I nod. “Except his number.”

“Can’t you call him at the hotel?” she says.

“No, he said he was going to see his friend who lives two hours away about a horse.”

“I don’t think you should call him, anyway. You don’t want to seem desperate,” Kylie says.

Lina turns to Kylie. “Excuse me. Don’t want to seem desperate? You’d have rung his phone five times by now if it was you.”

“Never mind, I’ll just see him tonight.” I look at Catherine. “Do you think he will be upset that I didn’t call?”

“Of course not. He will just assume that you were busy with the wedding. Talking of the wedding here comes Charlotte.”

I turn towards the bedroom door and Charlotte is standing there with a horrified expression on her face. “I tore the veil,” she wails.

We all rush towards her. It is only a tiny tear and Catherine who is a whizz with DIY stuff says she can repair it with a bit of glue. I run downstairs to look for glue. I will think about Tyson later.