He used to be a bad boy,” she said. “I looked him up on social media. Tattoos, always partying. And a musician.”That I hadn’t expected. “Really?”“He was a drummer before taking over his daddy’s empire. Very sexy.

But it’s not your world. I was fingerpainting and flicking through my dad’s art books while you slurped back cornflakes with a silver spoon.”I shook my head. “That’s bullshit.”“Oh?” She grinned. “I hate cornflakes. And I don’t slurp.