It’s with mingled surprise and relief that Greta watches Nina dive right in. She hadn’t expected the other woman to take charge quite so readily, but it’s far better than the alternative. Beyond her limited experience of helping Thomas get all done up for parties, she hasn’t the first clue where to begin.

“That has a nice rhythm either way,” Greta notes after repeating it a few times in her head. “Bit like a waltz.”

She accepts the clothes Nina thrusts at her, managing not to make any absurd, wordless noises when she mentions trousers. God, they’re actually doing this.