Now here's where not being a New Yorker is a handicap. I'm sure I'm probably supposed to recognize the venue of the event. Is it the Metropolitan Museum? Lincoln Center? New Yorkers, help a Bostonian out, would ya? Anyhow, while they're listening to an opera singer, Bridget notices that she's being watched by the same guy that was looking up at her on Park Ave. the night before when she was on the phone with Malcolm. After the performance, Andrew offers to get them champagne. Bridget is in recovery, so she pleads headache and asks for water. When Andrew walks off, Bridget notices the same guy staring at her again. Look, it's Henry, okay, as Bridget will soon find out. She tries to make herself scarce, wandering towards some exhibit with a big elephant statue, but Henry is too quick for her. He grabs her and macks her face off. Commercial.

So, it turns out that the person having an affair with Siobhan's best friend's husband is no other than Siobhan herself. He chides her for not showing up at the hotel for their... well, to have sex. Bridget just wants to get away from him before Andrew sees them together. Henry won't let her go until she agrees to meet him at the Dandridge Hotel, Thursday at noon. Henry's an ass. Henry is also the one who seems to most notice the difference between Bridget and Siobhan, other than their weight.

Back home, Bridget asks for help unhooking the clasp of her dress and tries to talk to Andrew, but he remains aloof. She finally asks if they're "cool." Andrew sneers at her. "What are we, twelve?" He also makes it clear they're not cool, but it's her game and he's just trying to play by the rules. Bridget asks if maybe they can't stop playing games, and be happy the way they were at the gala. Andrew glares at her. "Who are you?" Bridget wide-eyes as she asks him what he means. Andrew says she's just so different, relaxed, and agreeable. Bridget: "And you don't like it?" Andrew: "No. I LOVE it. I just don't believe it." He walks off and leaves her alone.

Alone, in front of yet another mirror, Bridget sits at Siobhan's vanity and pokes around her jewelry box. In it, she finds a picture of Siobhan and a little blond toddler boy. On the back is written: "Siobhan + Sean, 2005." Bridget tears up as she whispers, "Mistakes aren't tragedies, but please, Higher Power..."