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faces of most of the ‘A list’ celebrities.
    ‘Just spotted an old mate over by the bar,’ Marcus shouted in her ear. ‘Didn’t expect to see him down here this year, he’s had a few problems. Come and meet him,’ and catching hold of her hand he led her across the room.
    As Marcus tapped a tall man on his shoulder saying, ‘Nat, how you doing?’ Daisy recognised him. Cindy’s minder.
    They both smiled at each. ‘You!’ they said in unison.
    ‘You two already know each other?’ Marcus asked.
    ‘We’ve just seen each other around,’ Nat said. ‘Good to meet properly.’
    ‘Sorted your problem yet?’ Marcus asked.
    Nat shook his head. ‘Still working on it. Hope to get it sorted during the festival.’
    Marcus turned to Daisy. ‘This guy is a brilliant writer but insists on working as a nanny.’
    ‘A fellow’s got to eat,’ Nat protested, smiling at Daisy. ‘And while the rogues in this business insist on pinching my ideas,’ he shrugged. ‘At least I’ve got a roof over my head. Besides, I like children. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m hoping there’s a taxi waiting for me downstairs. I’ll see you around.’
    Impulsively Daisy said. ‘I’m staying in the same direction as you – could I share your taxi?’
    ‘Sure,’ Nat replied easily.
    Daisy looked at Marcus apologetically. ‘I’m sorry but I am about to drop from exhaustion.’
    Marcus placed a kiss on her cheek. ‘Go home. I’ll ring you tomorrow.’
    Daisy looked at him. Now, why had he done that? Still being French or trying to stake a claim?
    ‘I’ll see her home safely for you, Marcus,’ Nat said.
    Daisy bit her lip. Nat had obviously got the idea from the kiss that she and Marcus were an item. Was that deliberate on Marcus’s part?
    The taxi was waiting when they got downstairs and Nat held the door open for Daisy before climbing in himself.
    ‘Where are you staying?’
    Daisy gave him the address and took a ten euro note out of her bag and offered it to Nat who shook his head. ‘Don’t worry about it. It’s almost on my doorstep.’
    ‘Thanks,’ Daisy said. ‘The little girl you’re looking after, Cindy?’ she said. ‘Are her parents famous?’
    ‘Verity Raymond and Teddy Wickham the director.’
    ‘Verity Raymond as in actress?’
    Nat nodded. ‘Cindy’s a sweet kid. Bit lonely at the moment. Misses her friends. At least her father is here now. She adores him.’
    ‘Maybe she’d like to meet up with Tom my nephew? They’re about the same age.’
    ‘That’s a great idea. You and I could have a coffee together then? Look here’s my number, give me a ring. I guess it will be easier for me to fit in a time around you as you’re here to report on the festival.’
    Daisy put the card Nat handed her in her bag. ‘I’ll find out what Tom is up to over the next few days and give you a ring,’ she promised. ‘Many thanks for the lift home.’
    Cleaning her teeth before collapsing into bed, Daisy thought about Bruno’s remarks regarding Philippe Cambone. If he was such a nice guy, why were there rumours starting to fly about him?
    Switching off the bedside light and snuggling down under the duvet though, it was thoughts of Nat and his blue eyes that filled her mind before she slept.

Chapter Eight
    Ten o’clock in the morning and Anna had found her way to her company’s temporary office in one of the large hotels on the Croisette.
    ‘OK Anna, I’ve made a hair appointment, here with Gaspard, for you,’ the company’s PR girl said, handing Anna an embossed business card.
    ‘The limo will collect you and Leo at seven o’clock to take you to the Palais des Festivals and again afterwards to take you down to the Palm Beach for the Party.
    ‘There’s also a couple of invitations here for various parties.’
    The publicist glanced at Anna. ‘I know you said you didn’t really want to get involved with the party scene on your own, but this one in particular tomorrow night sounds fun. It’s up in