So, meeting random strangers is always awkward at best, dangerous at worst. Naddalie (and that’s what you’ll all call her now) thought so as well. She brought a bodyguard who, as it goes, is as aggressive as a natural yoghurt.
Once we’d relaxed enough to stop clenching our pepper sprays and realise we were just Aussies talking shit on the other side of the planet, things got good. I even took off my Fendi glasses.
Champagne flowed. And since I wanted a Kodak moment of our first ever meeting, I offered my iPhone to her protector to capture it. None of the shots were remotely flattering. I alternated between looking like an sneezing equine version of myself to something that needed immediate medical assistance.