So we're back at DVF again. It's almost like the girls work there! Alixe and PR Director Emese (she who only goes by one name) brag on random DVF items and the stars who love them. Whitney and Olivia join them, and Alixe shows them the chosen look for the ELLE shoot. No surprise, it's the one that Whitney single-handedly chose and fought for. Except(!) Olivia takes, like, 90% of the credit. Oh, no she did not! Hold me back, girls and gays. It is on. Emese and Alixe basically repeat back all the reasons that Whitney insisted this look be used, while Whitless stands stunned and silent. Whitney tries to throw in another comment to garner some credit in the bosses' eyes. But it's an afterthought, too little, too late. In the end, Olivia gets basically all the credit and takes it like the bitch she is, nattering on about how styling is her passion. Whitney emits death stares in Olivia's direction. Seriously, there are holes in the Cocker Spaniel weave.

That night, Whitney meets Erin, A-holette and Sami for a girly round table. Apropos of nothing, the others immediately start hating on Olivia, and Whitney is all, "But listen to this..." She gives them the scoop on Olivia's betrayal: She took credit for florals, that bitch! Whitney isn't sure if she should set things straight with her bosses, or if that will just make things worse. Everyone reacts exactly as you would expect -- Erin tells Whitney to stoop to Olivia's level. Sami, the actual semi-adult, silently shakes her head, all, "Noooo! Bad idea, girl." And A-holette basically advises Whitney to lie down and take it. Sound familiar?

Erin shifts the conversation by asking how Jay responded to the Palermo Offensive. This line of questioning prompts Whitney to address the stress of having Jay live with her. Erin hopes out loud that Jay is compensating for his wankery with sexual favors. Jesus, Erin! I don't want to sound outmoded, but I'm really beginning to think she is a walking disease factory. That or a 15-year-old boy incognito. But I digress... Whitney specifically takes issue with Jay's coming home at 5:30 a.m. with no respect for her feelings or sleeping situation. She says it's affected their intimacy (yikes) and that the passion is gone. Oh, honey, get out now. It's only been a few months, you can still save yourself. Don't let that shiny hair and indecipherable accent mesmerize you! Whitney says something to this effect, but A-holette justifies, "Jay is a rock star and lives a rock star life." Of course, instead of vindicating Jay, it just shows why A-holette is in the worst relationship in the history of mankind, save for maybe the ones in The Color Purple and every novel by Toni Morrison. Whitney doesn't want to give up quite yet. She's got a whole 'nother season to tape, y'all. So she leaves it hanging. The girls support her indecision, and A-holette advises her to evaluate her relationship. Oh, please. A-holette wouldn't know from self-evaluation if it bit her in the jutting clavicle.