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Aiden about Hunter? Do I fake illness on Monday and not go?’
    ‘Hmm…’
    ‘But what if Hunter finds out Aiden is marrying me and tells him about us anyway? How will Aiden react if he finds out from someone other than me? I’m lucky enough to have Aiden in the first place, let alone throw this into the mix.’
    ‘Don’t give me that shit about you being lucky to have him. You come from different worlds, there’s no doubting that. But he loves you for you, not for the car you drive or your address, so get over this crap. Okay?’
    Mel has more confidence that me. Perhaps it’s because she’s taller? Maybe confidence is a proportionate thing?
    ‘All it would take is for Hunter to know Aiden is engaged and he would be all over it, wanting to know who to so he could cause trouble. Well, that’s how Aiden has made him out, anyway.’
    ‘Okay, even if Hunter finds out somehow that Aiden is marrying you, is he likely to tell about your relationship? Can you visit him, try to persuade him. Surely he has a reasonable side to his personality?’
    ‘I’m not so sure, but he does owe me for all that cheating he did. Perhaps he will do me a favour. You have to come with me to see him.’
    ‘Me? Why me?’
    ‘Because I need you, and I can hardly take Aiden.’
    ‘Okay. When?’
    ‘It will have to be tomorrow night, because I need to get to him before the cocktail party.’
    ‘Sunday night? But I’ll miss out on House Husbands .’
    ‘You can record it and watch it when we get home. Are you in?’
    ‘Of course, sorry. I’m in. I’ll have a think about your other options too. Maybe there’s some other way around it?’
    ‘It’s a pity I’m not Hermione — I could just cast a spell and make him go away!’
    ‘Hmm, you may be onto something there,’ she says.
    ‘Are you serious?’
    ‘It works for everyone in Harry Potter…’
    ‘That’s because they’re not real, Mel. They’re fictional characters!’
    She mumbles and grumbles slightly. ‘I still think it’s worth checking out. You never know — just a tiny, little spell could change your life. Leave it with me, we’ve got to cover all possibilities.’
    We end our conversation, and even though Mel can be a little…unique, I am amused to find that the thought of a spell actually appeals to me. What’s that about desperate times and desperate measures?
    * * *
    The next day we attend the fortnightly get-together with Aiden’s parents in their Toorak mini-mansion. Each room is about the size of a barn and is interior-designed to death. But despite the overabundance of furnishings, cushions, throws and rugs, the house has the personality of a doctor’s waiting room. It just goes to show, you can buy heating but you can’t buy warmth.
    His parent’s response to news of the engagement is not enthusiastic. It doesn’t even have a pulse, but that was unfortunately exactly what we had anticipated. It would have been better if he had come alone and saved me the humiliation of sitting in a room with people whose only thought is how this will affect their social standing.
    While his dad, Lewis, said very little as usual and continued sipping on his whiskey, Cressida screwed up her face as though she’d sucked on a lemon. A mammoth effort considering the amount of Botox pumped into every line and crevice on her birdie face.
    Aiden manages to corner his mother in another room, probably thinking I won’t be able to hear them. But, of course, I can—mainly because I’m standing near the open door, just out of their sight.
    ‘Is that all you have to say, Mum? Can’t you just wish us well and be happy for us…for me?’
    ‘I’ve made my feelings very clear to you, Aiden. She’s really not suitable. It won’t last, believe me, mixed marriages never do.’
    ‘How is this a mixed marriage?’
    ‘She’s from the other side of the city, Aiden. The grotty side. The side we pretend doesn’t exist and yet here you are bringing it into our family, into