It's evening. Paul speaks to the assembled women. Seriously, did Alex get fired? Paul explains that they will all enter the dining room and have thirty minutes to select a dress for the ball. In an interview, Andrea says that they tried to "rationalize a game plan." Various women discuss some weird numbering system where five women go in at a time, which would totally suck if you were numbers fifteen through twenty, and do they just randomly pick numbers or what? Heidi, in particular, seems to be a big advocate of this plan. Or she's just really loud. In an interview, Erica says that they all want to make a good first impression at the ball (except it's really their second impression), and they're all promising to remain friends, but she doesn't know if that will work. Heidi orders someone to join a different group. Some redhead I've never seen until this moment says, "I'll go in the kitchen and sew a little dress out of a burlap potato bag, because I don't care. This is horseshit." That woman is my new best friend. Now I just need to find out her name. I think maybe she had one too many glasses of wine.

We see racks of hanging gowns. Paul walks out and says that he's going to open the door in thirty seconds, and once he opens it, they're on their own. The women start walking towards the door. In an interview, Mary says that the numbering plan went right out the window at that point. It will surprise no one to hear that Heidi has totally pushed her way to the front. The doors open, and the women speed-walk in, Heidi, MoJo, and Gretchen at the front.