I thought the Survival Brunch at the Drake Hotel would be a lovely way to wrap up the week, but no.

In front of everyone, Fiona confronted me about the TV show and threw a glass of champagne across the room. I almost lost it, but remembered to stay calm. When she goes crazy, I end up looking good.

She almost got champagne all over my Pink Tartan red Newport Coat and Piped Shift Dress, but instead, it got all over a poor girl’s gold coat. That will stain.

At least the ruckus got me out of talking to the girl. I think she was the one who sent me a rock. I missed her show because I was talking to a journalist from French Marie Claire.