Meanwhile, Vera Wang! And Marc! And lots of assistants! Wili emerges in her wedding dress, leading Marc to say, "Be still my flaming heart," and Vera Wang to give herself kudos. While Wili makes a remark about her train, Posh emerges from her fitting area announcing, "This is major!" and knocking everyone out with her perfection. Vera announces that she has a new muse, and everyone deserts Wili to fawn over Posh. Posh asks if it's really okay, and Vera tells her it's Booty Bop-worthy. Wili drags Marc away from Posh's orange grapefruit boobs, and he notes that Posh made him feel tingly where no girl has ever made him feel tingly before. That is perhaps her greatest gift to humanity. Wili claws her way over to Posh, sends Vera on her way, and turns Posh's knockout dress into a dowdy bowed frock the likes of which Chloe Sevigny would be proud to wear. In other words: it's bad, and that's just the way Wili wants it.

Betty and Daniel, meanwhile, have a conversation in which each talks over the other -- Betty complaining about Ignacio's intolerance of her relationship with Henry, and Daniel complaining about how unvalued he is by Bradford. They say in unison, "I'm not going." Daniel isn't going to Bradford's wedding, and Betty isn't going to Ignacio's citizenship ceremony. They feel great about having each other as a confidante to non-talk to. When she goes back to her desk, Betty encounters Henry. He says Hilda called and told him what happened. He also says that Betty isn't staying with Christina -- she's staying with him. All the better to have lots of fantasy Broadway-character role-playing lovin', I would say. I wonder how long it will take them to get to Abner and Daisy Mae. Jubilation T. Cornpone, indeed.

In the closet, Christina and Stuart are sitting side by side. She asks what he wants, and he says he wants to say he's sorry that he wasn't a good husband. He's certainly a cute one, though. Christina taking off was the kick he needed to get himself some help, but part of his getting better is making amends to those he harmed. Oh, he's a twelve-stepper. Well, aren't we all. Christina says she's sorry she ran off from him, but she guesses it was easier to put money aside for two years, hide in a neighbor's barn, then wait at the airport for four days to get a standby ticket to New York than it was to talk to her husband. He gets it, and they both smile. He asks if they can ever be friends again and rests a hand on hers. She looks compelled, but uneasy.