(The attic, three hours later. Anna stands looking out of the dormer window. There is a square of light in the floor where the trap door has been flung open; we can see the uppermost rung of its ladder. Sounds from the party on the second floor drift through. The glass of rosé still sits on top of the chest of drawers where Genevieve left it.)

(Slowly, a person emerges from below, scaling the ladder; they climb into the attic.)

(It is Paul.)

(They do not look at each other.)

ANNA: Congratulations.

PAUL: Thank you. I mean–I mean–

ANNA: No, I–

PAUL: Really, though, without your help–

ANNA: I wasn’t–

PAUL: Nobody makes hats like that anymore–