As Milly described the situation:

"Oh, it's a scene straight out of a Saturday morning cartoon gone wrong, darling!
​Picture the gloom of the backstage, shadows clinging to the ropes and pulleys like cobwebs. There I am, captured in the harsh, unforgiving spotlight, bent at the waist—a posture that I must say, shows off the pleats of this skirt rather aggressively—with my neck locked tight in the wooden lunette of the guillotine.
​I’m wearing the full 'snooping teenager' ensemble: that violently orange turtleneck (which is surprisingly warm under these stage lights), the red skirt, and the knee-highs. But the tragedy of the scene? My face! I’m squinting into the abyss because my glasses are gone! I look utterly vulnerable and a bit confused, clutching the wooden uprights of the guillotine as if trying to feel my way out of a death trap.
​The blade is hovering above me, but without my specs, it’s just a shiny, menacing blur. It’s the ultimate 'Jinkies' moment—trapped, blind, and about to be shortened by a foot, all while looking like a traffic cone. High drama, high stakes, and high visibility fashion!"