"It was the bartender! So he has to be in Event Committee. And he was wearing a fox mask," Pippa says, like the beady-eyed detective she is. (It was a coyote mask, actually, but whatever. Details. Surely this will be enough information to track down her mystery benefactor??)

She grabs Essie's hand and tugs her into the queue for the photobooth, eager to IMMORTALISE THEIR NIGHT. "Did you have any of the drinks??" Pippa asks.