Anna flounces into the party, running directly into Summer. She explains that her plane is leaving soon, but that she wanted to say goodbye. Summer sadly determines that Anna is really leaving, then announces that although Anna might not believe it, she's going to miss her. Anna thinks it's even more unbelievable that she's going to miss Summer. They giggle and call each other "Blanche" and "Rose" again. At first I was all excited, because I thought that made Marissa Dorothy, but she really can't be anyone but Sophia, seeing as how they're in the same age group.
Random Noopsie gossip. Boob jobs and face lifts and chinplants, oh my!
Theresa overhears the Noopsie conversation, and asks about the whole chinplant thing just as Anna repeats Summer's earlier assertion that chins are the new noses. Ryan introduces the two girls, and Anna would have made a nice friend for Theresa. Ryan concernedly asks if Anna's there to say goodbye to Seth; in response, she bites her lips and watches the photo shoot. She hands a letter to Ryan and asks him to give it to Seth, because while it's supposed to say everything that she couldn't say, she can't seem to say anything at all. They share a sweet farewell hug, and he thanks her for teaching him how to waltz. He thanks her for teaching him how to waltz. She earnestly tells him, "Have the best life. You deserve it." And with that, I am smitten, Smurf Blue tights and all.
Lady Heather drinks champagne, because she's a guest at a party to which there's no good reason she ever would have been invited. Luke's there, too, and he's suffering from the same problem. How would these two make the guest list? Luke checks her out, complimenting her hotness. She orders him to behave, to which he responds, "I know. But. It's just. Your ass." Luke's delivery of the word "ass," curiously, suggests that he may be a Parseltongue. He discreetly runs a hand down her back, but not discreetly enough for Jimmy.
Sandy corners Caleb to reveal that he met with the DA, and that it didn't go well. Caleb jabs that he thought Otis was Sandy's friend; didn't they used to make deals all the time? When Sandy points out that it's an election year and Caleb's not too popular with the people, Caleb scoffs at Sandy's meager attempt, and huffs off to make his toast. Sandy stops him to announce that he'll make the problem go away, but that it's going to cost Caleb: Joel McEwan needs to be the chief lumber supplier for the next big Newport Group contract, and it won't be wholesale, either. But it will work. Caleb goes in for the celebratory handshake, but Sandy's all, "Not if you were Man of the Century." When Caleb argues that Sandy shouldn't be upset, because he cuts deals for clients all the time, Sandy rebuts that usually they're the ones who broke the law, not him.