Cologne's adieu sent Ashlie into a crazed Diva rant. There was much gut-wrenching grieving and awkward consolation as, per usual, Megan stood in contemptuous judgment. By this time, Kate had figured out her place as the group whipping girl. The teams headed home, giving us a never-seen moment that spells out that rabid hatred and frantic finger pointing. Danielle initiates the blame game was Danielle, and boy does she rock the mob mentality as well as any of them. She calls Kate out for being a bullshit artist who derails others because she can't do teamwork. Ashlie TH's, and I quote, "It disheartens me to think that a freakin' NFL wannabe cheerleader with fake boobs is in her place... Who reads ELLE like she's looking at Playboy. She called Playboy a 'beautiful magazine.' Are you kidding me right now?" Love it! Dyshaun diplomatically explains to Kate that it was hard to let Cologne go because they loved her so much. Kate persisted in her "instincts"-driven delusion that she could win this thing.
The next day, the underlings were told to put together a day-to-night ensemble for Anne's last-minute trip to the Hamptons. Devin way overshot her budget but did some savvy editing and was declared the winner. She embraced the trend of bald-faced strategery when she picked teams and ended up sticking Danielle with the Tussle Triumvirate: Kate, Megan, and Ashlie. Ashlie and Megan immediately made it clear to Kate that she would be nothing more than a Blahnick-induced blister on the heel of their team. Consequently, Kate vowed to fight her teammates' ideas every step of the way, then walked off to "go do work." I think by "work" she means scribble "Mrs. Kate Efron," "Katherine Efron," and "Zac <3s Katie" about a million times in a pink, fuzzy notebook.