Chapter 8
David had arranged for me to meet him at his apartment, from where we would be picked up by a limo and taken to Leicester Square. He had spent the afternoon doing media interviews at a hotel, then had an hour or so to get changed.
As I arrived at his place I felt sure that I must look at least twenty-one. Certainly not like someone who was still at school, even if not for much longer.
The usual butterflies swimming about in my stomach, I pressed the bell and he buzzed down to let me in.
When he opened the door and saw me he stopped for a moment without saying anything, and something in his expression changed. As though his first reaction was surprise - in a good way - but then he tried to conceal it. But he said: “You look absolutely beautiful” and he was sincere when he said
