You grew up very well off, your father is an actor, a very well known one, you never had to worry about money, you’d get whatever you asked for, your childhood home was so big too… but lonely as you were an only child and on top of that didn’t have a present mum, most of the time you’d be looked after by various nanny’s.

At the moment you are at home for end of term holidays from university, back at the big mansion, but there’s. Guest..

“Oh sweetheart, I forgot to mention Ewan didn’t I?” Your father drawls, sat on the sofa with a whisky, a man who looks a tad familiar sat on the armchair, you’d just arrived home, your father didn’t even greet you at the door, you’re used to it.

Ewan stood and offered you and hand with a closed lips smile, you shook his hand. “it’s lovely to meet you.” he says politely before sitting back down and crossing one leg over his other, his posture was very good and his hair perfectly styled, he didn’t look like an actor, they’re usually more strung out, you glance at your father again. “Ewan’s my Stylist Darling, I have certainly mentioned him, you don’t listen hmm?” you smile awkwardly “aye… guess not…” you murmur

You go upstairs, get reacquainted with you childhood bedroom that’s untouched really apart from being hovered and dusted every week by the cleaners. You wonder about Ewan though… something in his eyes… why was he so dreamy? He looked at least forty!

The next morning you wake up, brush your teeth in your en suite, get dressed, you look out the window onto the big courtyard and notice your dads rolls Royce is missing, that’s the car he takes golfing so you assume him and Ewan have gone for the weekend. Classic dad leaving without saying, or maybe he did mention but you ‘weren’t listening’

Little did you know Ewan didn’t go with him, Ewan isn’t here to socialise really, partly, but he’s staying because his house is being renovated and your father offered hospitality.