“Who’s Nathaniel?” asks one of the journalists.
“He’s the gardener,” puts in the ruddy-faced guy. “Lover boy. So is that all over?” he adds to me.
“No!” I say, stung. “We’re going to keep the relationship going.”
“How you going to do that, then?”
I can sense a fresh interest stirring in the crowd of journalists.
“We just will, OK?” Suddenly, I feel near tears.
“Olivia,” says Hilary furiously. “Please get back to the official statement!” She pushes Tanya away from the microphone.
“Don’t you touch me!” shrills Tanya. “I’ll sue. Olivia Sweeting is my lawyer, you know.”
“Oy, Olivia! What does Nathaniel think about you going back to London?” shouts someone.
“Have you put your career over love?” chimes in a bright-faced girl.
“No!” I say desperately. “I just … I need to talk to him. Wh
