The week-long retreat at the remote heritage estate is winding up. The homestead has been sufficiently destroyed and producers are running around, lighting scented candles in every room to get rid of the MAFS stank. Good luck.
As everyone prepares for the dinner party back at the hotel rooms in Sydney, Patrick starts talking tough. His confidence has been through the roof“I’m gonna come for Bryce tonight. One hundred per cent,” he declares to Belinda as she crimps her hair. “I don’t think a lot of people know how hard I’m gonna go tonight. I’m just sick of him. He can’t walk away from everything he does. I’m gonna go absolutely ballistic at him. Not in an angry way, just in terms of questions.
What the group doesn’t realise is Bryce was already intending on apologising to Bec tonight and acknowledging that what he did was wrong. Oh well. This way’s more fun. Bryce shoots up from his seat and storms out of the dining room. He barrels down the dark back hallways of the warehouse, where he rips off his microphone cord and quotes the old adage that so many reality TV contestants have muttered before him. “I’m done!”Meanwhile, he has abandoned Melissa who, yet again, is tasked with facing the angry mob alone. She delivers an impassioned monologue to the group as an orchestra of violins swells in the background.
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