Rendez-Vous in Cannes. Jennifer Bohnet

with a pot of coffee. Gratefully, Anna accepted a cup, glad to be able to change the subject. ‘I meant to say earlier, you will both come to the party, won’t you?’

      ‘Love to,’ Daisy said, picking up her mobile from the table. ‘Excuse me, I’ve got a text from Marcus – oh, it’s okay. It’s just to tell me he’s sent the photo to accompany my feature and forwarded me a copy too.’

      As the sonar garden lights flickered into action, Anna stood up to leave.

      ‘Thank you both for a lovely evening. I was feeling a bit low this afternoon and you’ve really cheered me up. Can I help clear the table? No, you’re sure?’ as Poppy shook her head. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight,’ and Anna began to make her way across the garden to the villa.

      ‘Poppy, look at this,’ Daisy said, holding her mobile out so Poppy could see the picture. ‘Is that who I think it is about to place a single rose with the other tributes to Philippe Cambone at the family restaurant?’

      ‘Think so,’ Poppy said, looking at the screen intently. ‘The soft focus has given it a certain ethereal look, but, yes, that’s Anna.’

      They both looked across the garden and returned Anna’s last goodnight wave as she disappeared into the villa.

      ‘I wonder why she was leaving flowers for someone she says she didn’t know?’ Daisy said curiously, looking at Poppy. ‘I wish I’d looked at this before she said goodnight.’

      Poppy sighed. ‘She was probably simply laying a tribute to a fellow film-maker. Somebody in the same business. You know, like people do when someone famous dies – a mark of respect even if they didn’t know them.’