Heidi says that now they're fighting for the last place at Fashion Week. 'How lovely." That was chilling. Heidi can be scary sometimes. She tells Mila and Jay that they have made judging very difficult. Michael agrees and says that the clothes were made beautifully. It's time for the judges to confer!

Heidi asks who should be at Fashion Week. Michael says Jay. Heidi says Mila. Nina is on the fence. Michael feels like Mila is too retro, while Nina wonders if she can be surprising. Heidi doesn't think being retro is wrong, if there's a twist. She also thinks that Jay had some spot-on pieces. Michael thinks that his dress was perfect. He also loves the shin guards. They all agree that the last jacket was overwrought and wrong. It reminds Michael of a Yiddish word that means "too much." Heidi worries that Jay's work would look over designed, while Mila's look was polished. Michael counters that it's better to start with too much than too little. He begins to make an example of some pants of Jay's, when Heidi stops him and tells him that he's redesigning. He's a designer! That's what he does! That's Michael freaking out, not me. Nina still doesn't know. This is weird. I don't believe her. Michael says that this is tough and adds that this is really about curiosity. Whose work are they most curious to see? This seems to strike a chord with Nina. She knows who she likes, but she's not telling us. They've made their decision.

The designers return to the stage. This is it! Heidi tells both of them that they have done a great job and should be proud of themselves. She says that Mila's work is impeccable, though they worry her line might be too retro. She tells Jay that his work is intriguing but over designed. She says they had to ask themselves who is ready for Fashion Week. Mila is... congratulated! She's in. She thanks them and says it means the world to her. Jay is out. He thanks them for their feedback and Mila hugs him. He interviews that he's numb and shocked. He tells Emilio and Seth Aaron backstage. They hug him and Emilio says, "Don't cry, puppy." Or, papi. I'm not sure. I like puppy better.