Enzo's Read

The screening was held in a private members’ club off Charlotte Street, the kind of building that hung a step-and-repeat banner in its lobby and called it, without apparent irony, a red carpet.

Hattie had read the headline before she’d finished her coffee that morning — Second Service’s chef finally smiling again, and the woman who’s doing it — and decided, walking to the tube, that she wouldn’t mention it to Luca before he had a reason to need it mentioned.

He was already at the foot of the banner when she arrived, in a jacket that fit him the way his knife roll fit his hand, and Kemi peeled off from a knot of publicists to intercept her before she’d got both feet through the door.

“Twenty minutes of photographs, then you’re seated together for the screening, then forty minutes of drinks where Dana wants you both visible and…