*watches you walk away, her heart sinking more with every step*
*knew this was coming but also knows she's not brave enough to just sit here, alone and disgraced*
*gets up out of her chair and tracks down one of the writers, telling him she feels violently ill and has to leave (not that she really cares if she wins; what do these things matter when she's all alone?)*
*somehow finds her way to the coat check, where she tearfully fumbles in her clutch for a solid minute before remembering that you have the tickets*