Wilhelmina returns to her office. She calls Marc in.
"Close the door behind you," she demands.
He shuts the door and then moves towards her desk.
"Do you need something your highness?" he questions.
"Have a seat."
"Is something wrong?"
"I want to discuss something with you."
"Ok. What's going on?"
"I had the strangest conversation with Daniel this morning."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes. He was disappointed that I didn't tell him about my boob job."
"As was the rest of the world."
"Were you responsible for that?"
"You just seemed like you needed a little extra time, so I thought I would do what I could to help."
"I knew there was a reason that I keep you around."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, you can go."
"Go? Where would I go?"
"Go do what you're best at."
"What are you talking about?"
"Go spread it around," she tells him, "You have my permission."
"That means so much to me. I've already talked to half of the office, but your blessing means so much."
"Nice work by the way," she applauds him as he scampers out the door.
He makes his way to Betty's desk.
"Did you hear about Wilhelmina?"
"What about her?"
"She was on the news this morning."
"I didn't watch any news this morning Marc."
"So then you didn't hear?"
"No. What did she do now?"
"If she knew that I told you she'd kill me, but she got a boob job. She didn't want anyone to know, but it sort of blew up in her face."
"She got a boob job? Why?"
"I don't know. I think that she's secretly always wanted one, but she just never had the guts to get one."
"I always thought that they were fake anyway."
"I assure you that they aren't... that they weren't."
"That is so crazy."
"I know, right?"
"Marc!" Wilhelmina barks.
"Coming Willie," he leaves Betty's desk.
After Marc walks away from Betty's desk Amanda scurries up.
"So did you hear about Wilhelmina's boob job?"
"Yeah that's what Marc was just telling me about."
"I'm not really surprised, I mean she had to do something."
"What are you talking about?"
"To cover up the fact that she's getting fat."
"She's not getting fat."
"Did you notice when she lost all of that weight?"
"Yeah, she looked really good."
"Well now she's gained it back, plus some."
"Why do you think that?"
"For someone who works at a fashion magazine you don't pay very much attention to people's fashion."
"What did I miss exactly?"
"The pants."
"Pants? What pants?"
"Betty in the time that you've worked here have you ever seen Wilhelmina wear pants?"
"She wore pants last week. Honestly I don't know why she doesn't wear them more often. We all know that she wears the pants in all of her relationships."
"But up until recently have you ever seen Wilhelmina wear pants?"
"I don't know," she shrugs, "I can't ever remember her wearing pants."
"Exactly."
"So what's your point?"
"There is something going on with her."
"I thought that we decided she got a boob job."
"Something more than that. She's been so weird. Maybe it has to do with Connor."
"Why do you think that?"
"Betty honestly, don't you know anything? Wilhelmina was banging Connor in the Bahamas."
"What makes you think that?"
"It's so obvious. I'm guessing that there's trouble in Paradise."
"Do you think that Wilhelmina was scamming Daniel into believing that she'd help him get back the money?"
"No I'm sure that was the plan Betty. She needed her job back, but she had to give Daniel something that he wanted first."
"You're totally right."
Daniel goes into Wilhelmina's office.
"Did you get your dress for the benefit tonight?"
"What dress?"
"Marc didn't you have them send over her dress?" Daniel asks.
"Yes, of course I did. Maybe they sent it to the closet."
"Go check, if they didn't send it, I'll get another dress."
"Ok," Marc agrees.
Daniel leaves Wilhemina and Marc alone.
"Did the dress come or not Marc?" she asks once Daniel is out of earshot.
"Yes they came."
"They came?"
"I had them send over a few."
"Why?" she questions.
"Because given the current circumstances I wasn't entirely sure what size dress you would need."
"What size did you order?"
"That's not important. Let me go them, and you can try them on."
"Hurry up," she barks.
He goes down to the closet and grabs the rack of dresses. He returns to Wilhelmina's office with them. He pulls a red one off the rack. "Let's try this one."
"Marc I am not wearing that."
"Why not?"
"It's hideous."
"Ok," he puts the red dress back, and pulls out a fluffy blue one, "What about this one?"
"You're joking right? It's going to make me look like a great big blueberry."
"You can't be so picky," he tells her sticking his foot in his mouth.
"Don't they make a dress bigger than a size four?"
"Of course they do."
"That isn't hideous?"
"There are plenty of really great size sixes."
"So why are all of these dresses so hideous?"
He bites his lip and pulls out a black dress. "Here try this one."
"It's so plain."
"Just try it," he demands.
She snatches the dress from his hands and pulls the curtain. She slips into the dress only to find that she can't breath.
"Let me see," he begs.
"No," she answers.
He rolls his eyes, and pulls back the curtain.
"It looks fine."
"Marc I can't breath."
"Why do you need to breath?"
"It's not even zipped," she answers.
"Let me see."
She turns around. "Ok take it off. I need to see what we're working with."
"No," she disagrees.
"I can work magic, but only if you let me see."
She groans, and takes the dress off. "Did you lock the door?" she asks. He goes to the door and double checks, "Yes it's locked."
"Good. I wouldn't want anyone to come in here and see me."
"Why? You're Wilhelmina Slater. You're perfect."
"I don't want anyone to know."
"Don't you think that it's time to tell Daniel?"
"No. I'm not ready."
"You don't have much time to get ready."
"I know that. I still don't have anything ready for them."
As Marc studies her she fidgets. "Wilhelmina why are you so uncomfortable?"
"I'm huge," she answers.
"You're not that big."
"I was never this big with Nico, but then again I barely ate when I was pregnant with her."
"So what are you at now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Weight-wise?"
"Plus twenty," she cringes as the words come out of her mouth.
"Willie I don't know if we can pull this off."
"You have to."
"I'm going to go make some phone calls," he tells her as he puts the dress back on the rack.
She puts her clothes back on, and he takes the rack back to the closet. Marc finally finds a royal blue dress that hides Wilhelmina's 'problem area'. Wilhelmina ends up heading home early, not wanting to risk being found out.