Are you there God? It's me, Michaella.
I know I've been dismissive of you at times, but if there was ever a moment you could win me over, it is now.
Please reverse time, and position me in between Ashley and Chloe. That way it'll be even (brunette, blonde, brunette, blonde, brunette) and we can swap names of hairstylists and then go for a glass of wine after the show for a chit chat and to discuss the fashions.
(Whoever was in charge of the seating plan for this show is a genius. This is too brilliant)