Returning Home 15
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After leaving Miranda's house, Andy has Mark drive her to her apartment. She contemplates going over to Serena's, but changes her mind. The last thing she wants to do is cloud her judgment by rushing over there in a knee jerk reaction to what just took place at Miranda's townhouse. To her relief the place is empty when she arrives home. Apparently Emilia has taken to spending her nights at Lily's swanky studio apartment. Andy quickly removes her dress and heads straight to bed after removing her makeup in desperate need of a good night's sleep.
By noon the next day she's still in a sour mood, after barely getting a winks worth of sleep and what little she did receive was spent dreaming about her ex-wife. Unable to concentrate and having difficulty remembering her lines, Andy decides to give up on the script and go for a run in Central Park to clear her head. Dressed in black lycra shorts and a matching sports bra with her ipod touch in hand- she makes her way to front door. To her astonishment a woman with strikingly white hair stands before her when she opens the door to leave. "Mi..Miranda," she gasps in surprise. "What are you doing here?" Miranda brushes pass Andy and struts inside the apartment. She looks exquisite in her Bill Blass trousers and silk Versace blouse. 'She knows I love they way those pants fit her ass," she thinks to herself. Andy groans miserably at her inability to control her arousal. "Doesn't anyone phone before coming these days?"
Miranda turns on her heels to face Andy, who is still holding the door open. "If you'd answer my phone calls than you would have known that I desire to speak with you. Preferably now rather than later." Tossing her clutch on the couch, "And now that I'm here...I have no intention on leaving, at least not until we've cleared up a few things."
Slamming the door in frustration, "I obviously had no intention of speaking with you. Otherwise I would have answered." She defensively crosses her arms across her chest as Miranda's eyes scan her scantily clad torso. "You just can't show up here when you feel like it."
Andy's physique appears to be more muscular in definition. It's actually a turn on. Miranda shakes her head as she tries to focus on the reason her visit and not on the view of the brunette's hardened nipples that are clearly visible beneath her sports bra. She's pleasantly surprised that she finds a slightly muscular Andrea even more attractive.
She notices a hint of desire in the editor's blue orbs. Gesturing between the two of them, "I am in no mood to deal with this."
Miranda walks over to the couch and gracefully sits down. Her gaze falls on the script that sits in front of her on the coffee table. "By all means move at a glacial pace. You know how that thrills me."
Andy continues to stand tapping her foot, while the other woman waits for her. "Whatever," she finally relents and flops down next to Miranda on the couch. "Well...What is it?"
"I think we should talk about what happened."
"You kissed me."
"And you kissed me back."
Andy rolls her eyes. "I did and it was a mistake."
Her comment stings, but Miranda's able to conceal her emotions and maintain a stoic face. Turning to look into chestnut eyes, "Why?"
There's a pregnant pause. "Because it's not right..." Clearing her suddenly dry throat, "I...I am with Serena now."
"And if you weren't..." Raising an eyebrow in a challenge, "Would you still feel the same?"
Andy ruffles her slightly longer bangs. "It doesn't matter. Because I am." She hates the feeling of being torn between her love for Miranda and her attraction for Serena.
"It seems to me that this is a situation that can be easily rectified."
"No. It's not that easy, Miranda." Andy takes a deep breath. "I can't just leave her..." she trails off.
"In life choices are necessary, Andrea." Miranda states with air of bitterness.
"Why now?" Andy sighs. "It's not fair for you to come here now and ask this of me." She closes her eyes trying to hold back tears. "I waited...I waited for you to come around and now that I am seeing someone else you want to work things out." She couldn't believe the audacity of the woman sitting beside her.
Miranda exhales harshly. "I never claimed to be the most convenient person, but I am decisive." Grabbing her hand, "Andrea..." She waits for her to open her eyes before continuing. "What. Do. You. Want?"
"Ugh." Andy removes her hand from Miranda's grasp and stands. She starts pacing the floor back and forth, feeling grateful for the Air Max 93 shoes on her feet otherwise she might be flat on her face by now. "You're infuriating you know that. I can't believe you sometimes." She won't need to go for her run at the rate she's moving. "I had to see that man every time I came to see my children. How do you think that mad me feel?! Huh. Seeing the two of you together." Halting in her steps and glaring at Miranda with fire in her eyes, "I felt like dying. Can you comprehend how that must feel?!" It's been a long time since she's yelled at Miranda with this much passion, and to her relief it actually feels good. Almost liberating in it's essence.
Miranda whispers a barely audible, "Yes." Looking into dark orbs filled with anger and confusion, "How do you suppose I felt when I saw the photos of you and that...that chef." Her breath catches. "It was our anniversary for Christ sake."
"No. Don't you dare," she yells. "I waited hours for you that night. And you were what...having dinner with that pompous asshole, Lagerfeld." 'You ruined everything.' she doesn't add. Andy had planned to present the blue prints detailing the design of their new home outside Lyon that night. Everything went out the window when Miranda didn't even bother to show up. Pointing at the editor, who sits with her shoulders slightly slumped on the couch, "You pushed me away. Not the other way around."
Miranda tries again. "Andrea..."
She resumes her pacing, "Fuck Miranda....And you criticize me for working too hard and not spending enough time at home. I...I just can't. I won't." As much as she wants to throw herself in the arms of the older woman, her fear far out ways her burning desire.
Miranda rises from the couch. "You're obviously too upset to discuss this..." Picking up her clutch, "Perhaps some other time...when you're thinking more clearly." She places a call to her driver. "I'm finished here. Be outside in five minutes." Dropping the Blackberry in her clutch. "I...I..." she sighs in defeat. "I'll see you at the graduation."
"Do. Not. Leave." Andrea firmly states. "I'm not finish."
Miranda turns on her heels. Her face expressionless. "I think you've said enough. Don't you?" She raises an eyebrow, daring Andy to go on. She needs to know one way or another.
"No I haven't." Andy crosses the room and stands in front of Miranda, who is almost the same height in her red Prada heels. "I fucking hate that I love you." She presses Miranda up against the door. Her tone is fragile and desperate. "I want you... so fucking much. What am I suppose to do?!"
"Andrea..." trying to sound confident and self assured, although she is every bit as confused as the brunette in front of her. "It has occurred to me that you and the children are all that I require in this life to make me happy." Gently stroking her thumb across Andy's cheek, "I...I have missed us terribly."
"So have I," tightening her arms around Miranda's body. They stay this way, molded together, for a while, with Andy pressed firmly against Miranda as she leans against the door. This degree of intimacy comes far and in between for them, so they stand here relishing in the moment. Listening to the rhythm of each other's breathing. It's been so long since they've just simply enjoyed the other's company that their current situation feels sort of foreign.
They're abruptly disturbed by Miranda's phone alerting her of Roy's arrival. Much to the editor's chagrin she doesn't have luxury of time to stand here holding Andy in her arms. "Uhm...I...I have to leave. I'm suppose to be meeting with Wolgang in twenty minutes."
Andy tries to regain her composure. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean for..." she murmurs.
Miranda waves her off as she straightens her blouse. "No need for niceties."
Andy grabs her by the elbow as she opens the door to leave. Pressing her body against Miranda's back, "Hey...wait a sec." Not wanting her to go but afraid of what will happen if she were to ask the woman to stay, "I can't make you any promises...but." Miranda feels Andy's breath on the back of her neck as she exhales in frustration. "Just give me some time...please."
"I live on hope, Andrea," she whispers before quickly exiting the high rise penthouse. After closing the door behind her, Andy sinks to the floor and covers her face with her hands as she sobs.
*****
Miranda is sitting in her office going over sketches from the latest Joop! line with Wolgang. She's fifteen minutes into their meeting and already thoroughly bored out of her mind with the designs. Having spent the spent the last five minutes listening to him rattle on about their new signature gown, that they have the nerve to call La Priestly, she's only mere seconds from tossing him out of the building and having him scrap the entire line and start over.
She removes her glasses and slides the portfolio over to the designer seated across from her. "Hmmm. I must say there isn't much risk taking here, considering the new line is entitled Risque."
"As you can see-" he starts.
"No, no no." Holding up two sketches in her hand, "Even Catholic nuns can see these are blasphemies against haute couture. They're dull and lack inspiration. Why is it so difficult to come up with something new and innovative?"
"Uhm...We were going for classic chic meets burlesque."
Miranda bites back a laugh. "Oh I see. The problem is that we're not in the business of advertising funeral dresses for Hugh Hefner's playmates. I'll leave that toVogue." She raises her hand to silence him as he opens his mouth to respond. "I suggest you return to Europe, come up with something a bit more fashion forward and less nauseating."
He sighs in relief. "Yes Miranda."
"I'll have my assistant contact you to reschedule another viewing." Escorting him out of the office, "I am offended when my time is wasted on an ill prepared line. Do not disappoint me."
He nods in understanding, knowing that if he fails to impress the editor next time around he will surely never be taken serious in the fashion industry again.
Turning her attention to her wide eyed assistant, who's waiting with notepad and pen in hand, "Eliza get me Patrick. Tell Natalie from Glorious Food that the everything is to arrive at my house in The Hamptons no later than 5:30 PM sharp. Have Roy pick up Audrey and the kids from Saks. They should be done shopping by now. Call my ex-husband and tell him for the 20th time- The graduation starts at 1 o'clock on Saturday and that he's to be there on time. No excuses. Have Simone scrap the piece on Angelina. I don't think our readers want to hear about another adoption from a third world country. I will not be putting that girl...uh what's her name....Kristen something on the cover. Her acting is abysmal to put it lightly, and I don't care that my daughters have this strange obsession with the Twilight series. NO. Move the run-through up an hour, and tell Serena I want to see her in my office in ten minutes."
"Uhm...Miranda, Martha has yet to return my call and I'm not sure if she'll be able to make the changes to the floor design for the girls' party." Biting her lip, "Would you like me to contact someone else to arrange the party?"
Miranda's eyebrows furrow as she registers the information, "Details of your incompetence do not interest me. I pay you to make these decisions for me. And if you're finding that you are incapable of performing your duties then I shall just have to replace you. That's all."
"Yes Miranda."
*****
Andy is lying down on the plush sofa in her therapist's office. It's been nearly a year since her last visit. The main reason she likes seeing Dr. Bradshaw is because she doesn't just sit there and scribble on a notepad as Andy spills every sordid details of her private life. She actually engages in the conversation which makes her feel more at ease.
"Hello Andy. How are you?"
"Let's skip the small talk, Doc. I've had a hell of a week."
"Okay." She turns on her recorder. "Why don't you just start from the beginning."
Andy proceeds to divulge all details concerning her relationship with Serena and subsequent involvement with Miranda. She can only imagine how ridiculous this sounds to Dr. Bradshaw's ears. She's embarrassed that she finds herself in a love triangle with her ex-wife of all people. Telling the story is almost as exhausting as the actual experience.
"Hold on a second." She exhales deeply. "Let me make sure I'm understanding you clearly. You're currently involved with Serena."
"Correct."
"And sleeping with Miranda as well."
"Yes-I mean no." Andy sighs. "We've slept together, but we're not currently having sex." 'It's not because a lack of desire on my part.' she doesn't add.
"Oh...I see. Well you find yourself in quite a pickle, Andy."
"Uh huh..."
"If you were stranded on an island and had to choose, who would you pick Serena or Miranda?" she ask.
Andy thought about if for awhile. "I'd probably kill, Miranda, so I'd have to go with Serena." Serena's more likely to carry her fair share of the load in respect to survival tactics.
"Uh huh." Dr. Bradshaw scribbles something down on her notepad. "So what brought about the change in you and Miranda's relationship. Last time we spoke you were making progress."
"I don't know." Andy sits up and runs her hands through her hair. "I'm drawn to her...I can't stopping thinking about her...wanting her." she trails off.
"I must say... that you appear to be following a destructive pattern here, Andy." Checking the timer, "Why are you still with Serena if you have yet to resolve things with your ex-wife?"
"Who wouldn't want her...she's gorgeous, funny, great in bed, gets along with my kids and finally she's not Miranda...." A small smile spreads across her lips as she talks about the sexy Brazilian. "And she doesn't make me feel like an idiot for not knowing the difference between periwinkle blue and cobalt blue."
"Hmmm," she makes a few more notes. "And Miranda?"
Andy hesitates for a moment, and the older woman looks at her over Donna Karan frames encouraging her to go on.
"I have never loved or hated anyone the way I love and hate Miranda Priestly. I can't even count the amount of times I have wanted to strangle her." She holds up her hand, "I know that can't be healthy." Taking a deep breath, "With that said...she soothes my soul. It's a mystery to me...but she seems to know me better than anyone else." Feeling thankful that she decided to forgo makeup as tears begin to stream down her face, "But I don't know if it's enough... I want more. I need to have that blind faith in her again...and more than that I need for her to have that blind faith in me in return...to know that if..." She wipes at her tear soaked cheeks. "Look. I know it's selfish, but I can't help it. I want them both and I don't know who to choose. Either way I'm going to end up hurting someone..." she trails of not wanting to think about the inevitable.
The bell sounds calling an end to their session. "Time's up. I'll have my secretary contact you to schedule an appointment for next week. Until then try to avoid putting yourself in complicated situations involving your ex, at least until you've made a decision." She rounds her desk and escorts Andy to the door.
"Well I appreciate you fitting me in on such short notice."
Dr. Bradshaw waves her off in dismissal. "Think nothing of it. I love catiching up with you. Although I do wish it was under better circumstances," Opening the door, "Now I'm telling you this as a friend, so it's free of charge. I get paid to give good advice you know." They both share a small laugh. Taking on a serious tone, "In life I have found that it's best to be daring and unapologetic than to live with regret and always wonder." Squeezing her left hand, "Don't make the mistake of cheating yourself out of love for the sake of being too moral and self righteous, Andy. Because that my dear...would be a misunderstanding of inequity."
Andy hugs the older woman, "Thanks Karen. I'll see you next week."
"See you then. And try to get Miranda to come along."
Andy rolls her eyes in disbelief. "Yeah right. You'd have better luck asking me to swim the English Channel in the middle of winter."
Karen gently nudges her out the door, "Have a little faith. Anything's possible Andy."
*****
Serena nearly jumped out of her skin when Eliza summoned her to the office on short notice. Clearing her throat, "Uhm...I was told you wanted to see me."
"Correct." Miranda waves her in. "Come in, close the door and have a seat."
Serena takes her seat, and patiently waits as Miranda reviews samples for a potential advertising spread. She glances at the photos that adorn her desk. One in particular catches her eye. "It's has been brought to my attention that a publishing position has opened up at French Runway." Shifting through the photos, "It's yours for the taking if you so desire, Serena."
She gasps in astonishment. "Wow...I...I don't know what to say, Miranda." French Runway isn't exactly the beacon of light that American Runway is to the fashion industry, but the position would be a promotion and one step in the direction of eventually becoming editor herself. Taking the job will involve relocating to Paris, and she's not sure if she's ready to make such a life altering decision especially, when things seem to be going so well with Andy. "Uhm...I need some time. How long do I have until I must make a decision?"
Miranda looks up from the sheet she's holding in her hand. She can see an expression of confusion clearly written all over Serena's face. "Take the weekend to think it over. I expect an answer by Monday."
"Thanks Miranda. I'll need to speak with An-"
"Hard choices must be made if one wishes to succeed. I expect you to think about your career when weighing this decision. That's all."
The slender woman nods in understanding, then rises from the uncomfortable chair she's been occupying. Serena's met by Andrew and Augustus standing along side an elegantly dressed woman with familiar brown eyes as she exits Miranda's office. She leans down to greet boys, "Hey Gus...Andrew. How have you been?"
"Fine." Andrew says dryly.
"Just glad to be out of school." Gus quickly adds.
Smiling warmly as she thinks back on a time when she was their age. "I do remember that feeling." Turning her attention to the older woman who's been quietly observing her interaction with the boys, "Hello. I'm Serena."
Shaking her hand, "Ah...The Serena. Well it's a pleasure to finally meet the woman who's captured my daughter's affection." She glances back at Miranda, who's regally perched on her desk, with a look of mischief. "I'm Audrey."
"I see where Andy gets her good looks and charm from."
Miranda cuts in with an icy tone. "Perhaps we should move the run-through up, since you obviously have nothing better to do. I presume everything is in order." The truth is she can care less if Serena interacts with Audrey or not, but her brazen display of affection towards her sons is a bit unsettling for the editor. Jealousy isn't a trait that most would associate with Miranda Priestly, but under the aloof facade she is extremely territorial.
"Uhm...that won't be necessary. The scheduled time is perfect." She leans down and kisses Gus on the temple. Running her hand through Andrew's wild mop of hair, "I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow. It's was nice meeting you Mrs. Sachs."
"Please call me Audrey," she says.
"Alright, Audrey it is. I'll see you soon. Have a good day." Serena quickly scurries out of Miranda's office before she has a chance to change her mind.
Audrey watches Serena with a critical eye as she saunters out of the office. "The girls have some things to get in order before their big day, and the boys practically begged me to bring them by. I hope you don't mind. Sorry if we're interrupting."
Miranda waves her off. "No no no. It's no problem at all."
"Hey Mom. Do you think we can take a look at the props used for shoots?" Andrew asks with his big brown eyes pleading for his mother to relent.
Miranda has a strict off-limits policy involving children and all things Runway, especially her own. She's fully aware of the havoc that can take place at the hands of Augustus and Andrew Priestly. "Eliza..." Miranda calls out. It doesn't take long for the well dressed assistant to appear. "Take my sons down to the lot and give them a tour. Make sure nothing is damaged in the process."
"But I am in the process of interviewing prospects for the position of-" She's been trying to hire a new second assistant for the last two weeks, which has been difficult considering she has spent a good portion of the time making sure nothing goes amiss for the girls' graduation party.
"Eliza take Augustus and Andrew downstairs, so that they can view the props," her voice is low, but even a deaf man can hear the acid in her tone.
"But who will answer the phone?" She's pulling out all the stops in order to avoid spending time with the Priestly-Sachs twins.
Taking a seat behind her desk, "I am perfectly capable of taking my own phone calls." She huffs in frustration.
"Fine." Blue eyes glare at her. "I...I mean." She sighs. "Yes Miranda. I love spending time with them." Miranda raises a perfectly arched eyebrow in annoyance. 'Oh I put on a little too much.''
"And Eliza...the Pope himself won't be able to save you shall any harm come to them."
She took it for what it was, a promise not a threat. Turning on her heels, "Let's go. There's plenty of neat stuff to see." She tried to sound cheerful to no avail. The last thing she wants to do is play tour guide to Satan's spawns. They remind her of Chucky without the freckles and red hair.
"Cool." Andrew shouts. Rubbing his hands together as he trails after Eliza, "This is going to be awesome."
"Thanks Mom. I'll keep an eye on Drew." Gus says with a wink before dashing out the door behind them.
*****
Miranda ignores Audrey, who's grinning like a Cheshire cat, as she checks her e-mail. Her inbox is full as usual. She deletes most of it without even reading the content of the messages, knowing half of it consist of asinine forwards and the others from designers who actually are dumb enough to believe she'll actually respond to critical questions by e-mail. Fully aware that the woman is aching to interrogate her on the events of last night, she bites down on her lip to stop from laughing. Andrea resembles Audrey so much from the doe-like eyes to the hypnotic smile that it's almost painful.
She turns off her computer then offers Audrey her full attention. "How did the shopping go? I hope the children didn't cause too much trouble."
'Oh...I see. You want to play hard ball.' "Andrew broke a $3000 camera on our way out of Saks, but other than that I would say the day was a success." she said in a blase tone.
Miranda's eyes widen in shock.
Audrey waves off her anxiety. "It really wasn't all that bad. The guy deserved it. He was a real asshole."
"Are you serious?" she knew Andrew could be a handful, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
"He has a lot of energy like Andy did at his age." Audrey shrugs. "What can I say? He lacks the grace that his sisters and Gus maintain. I blame his grandfather's genes."
Miranda rubs her forehead to fight off the fast approaching migraine. "It's coming out of his allowance." Collecting her work that's all over desk i a mess, "Had I known they would be so expensive, I may have thought twice on the decision to have more children. I'm too...old for this."
Audrey rolls her eyes, "Please Miranda...I don't need to be reminded of how you practically molested my daughter while she was under your employ." Changing the subject, "So now that we're done with the small talk. How about you tell me what's going with you and Andy." Patience has never been Audrey's strong suite. She practically forced them down the aisle claiming, 'If you're going to rob the cradle the least you could do is make an honest woman of my Andy.'
Looking directly into chestnut colored eyes, "Why...I have no idea what you're going on about Audrey. You'll have to enlighten me."
"I lack Andy's gift with words, but I'll try." She leans forward as if she's trying to keep a naughty secret. "I'm referring to the little scene I awoke to last night." Waving her hand in the air, "You remember don't you...I don't see how you're still alive after Andy practically suffocated you with her tongue." She gives Miranda her biggest shit eating grin. Feeling proud of herself for shocking the editor into silence.
Miranda snorts in amusement. "Must you be so crass, Audrey. It's beneath you."
"This coming from the woman who didn't even have the decency to leave the room before mauling my daughter."
Miranda brushes the rebellious lock of hair from her forehead. This isn't the first time Audrey has caught her and Andy in an intimate act, it's not even the most embarrassing, yet Miranda can't help feeling like a teenage boy who's been caught with his hand up his girlfriend's skirt. "It was a lapse in judgment, and nothing more."
"Hmmm." Tapping her finger against her lips, "And would you like it to be something more?"
Miranda narrows her eyes in annoyance. "Of course."
Audrey leans back in the chair and sighs. "Then why the hell are you just sitting here...doing nothing." She licks her lips, "The Miranda Priestly I know will do anything for the woman she loves. Even if that means flying off to France and eloping at the last minute." Audrey frowns in distaste, "I'm still pissed off about that you know. I hope you two get a chance to do it over. The right way this time."
"Audrey..." Miranda warns.
She continues along ignoring her, "You know I really don't understand your snail's pace approach." Crossing her legs, "You know she wants to have more children. Pretty soon her and this Serena might be working on a set of their own little terrors."
While it's true Andy would very like to add to their little clan, she highly doubts her and Serena are anywhere clost to this commitment. After all they've only been dating a few months. Like any mothe Audyrey's desperate and will almost any tactic to see her daughter happy.
Miranda grimaced at the thought. "Don't ridiculous Audrey."
She snorts indignantly. "Have you even told her that you're still in love with her?" Audrey is under no illusions when it comes to the younger brunette. Andy can be stubborn as a mule, and she often ends up hurting herself in the process of protecting others. "Well..." Audrey nostrils flare as she grows impatient. "Did you?"
"I can tell her that I love her until I am blue in the face," Miranda rolls her eyes at her choice of words."But we both know that it's not always enough." A soft sigh passes her thin lips. "Sometimes these things are beyond remedy. I must accept that which I can not change." Not that there was much in life she couldn't change if she willed it. She never put much faith in the philosophy that good things come to those who wait. No, Miranda is a woman who believes in setting her soul on fire to capture that which she desire's most. At one point in her life it was the position as Editor of American Runway, then to be a mother, and now it's to have Andy back at her side. She takes some comfort in knowing that in life there are moments of absurd happiness, utter despair, and bitter regret. Patience has never been one of her virtues, but she has faith that eventually make the right decision and return to her family so she's willing to wait as long as possible. The piercing look in her somber blue eyes tells Audrey that she is finish with the discussion, and refuses to say anymore on the subject.
"Very well." Audrey rises from her chair. She doesn't intend on spending the rest of her time in New York depressed because these two can't seem to get their shit together. She has her own life to live in spite of what they may think. Hell she's a widow not dead. "Let's go find those devilish grandchildren of mine."
Miranda rounds the desk. "That sounds like an ingenious plan. I would hate for them to ruin everything that I have spent my entire adult life building in a matter of minutes."
Audrey smiles and follows Miranda out. "If anyone can topple the grand Priestly it's them."
*****
Andy, Emilia and Audrey are sitting around the dinner table chowing down on takeout from Yasuda. Andy is only half listening as they go on about their respective days. Audrey notices her daughter's unusual silence and decides to pry. "So...How what have you been up to all day, Andy?"
She hesitates for a moment then decides to go on and tell the truth. It's hard for her to keep a secret, especially since it's likely that someone caught her going in and out of the clinic. Privacy is a luxury she can no longer afford. "Oh...it was alright nothing special," she wryly states in between bites of sushi. "I went to see my therapist."
"Hmmm." Audrey sits her chopsticks down and folds her hands underneath her chin, "And what happened..."
Andy looks over at Emilia who staring at her salmon as if it's an open heart surgery. "If I felt comfortable talking about it...I wouldn't have went to see a therapist now would I."
Audrey rolls her eyes. "Come on Andy. I'm your mother not some rotten reporter." Placing her hand over Andy's, "You can talk to me about anything."
Taking a sip of her wine, "I'm sorry Ma, but I really don't want to talk about it..." Looking at Audrey pointedly, "For obvious reasons."
"Oh." Audrey nods. "I understand and I know it's complicated honey....I just want you to know that I am here if you need me."
"There's Castella for dessert in the fridge." The younger brunette pushes away from the table and rises from her chair. Leaning down to kiss her mother on the cheek, "I didn't get much sleep last night, so I'm going to turn in early."
"Goodnight Andy. I love you."
"I love you too."
She's concerned about her friend. "Get some rest, Andy. You don't look too good. I'll be gone by the time you wake up, but I'll see you at the graduation okay."
"Alright. I'll see you then Emily." she clears her mess off the table and leaves the two curious women to chat amongst themselves.
*****
Miranda's sitting in her study going over The Book as she's tries to block out the sound of giddy girls screaming at the top of their lungs upstairs. Shortly after dinner she sent the boys to their rooms telling them that she didn't want to see them until tomorrow. They seem to come up with new ways to test her nerves by the minute. She's thankful that the girls will be spending the next few days at the house in The Hamptons and the boys will be Andrea, so she has the free time to catch on much needed work. "Is it asking too much not to be disturbed while I'm reviewing The Book," she groans as her cell phone vibrates. Picking it up without looking at the caller id, "What is it?"
"Hey Miranda. Are you busy?" a timid Andy replies.
She removes her glasses and exhales a deep breath, "When am I not busy, Andrea?"
"Well...I wanted...you know what forget it-"
"This will go by a lot faster if you just tell your reason for phoning." Miranda states in an even tone.
"You're right." Andy swallows before continuing, "I went to see my therapist today."
Miranda rubs her finger tip against her temple, "And why should this be of any interest to me."
"Look. I already know your opinion on the subject." Trying not to get upset, "But I really think you should come with me to my next session."
"I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you just suggest I go to therapy with you?"
"Yes."
"Well you clearly haven't put much thought into it. Therapy..." she says it as if it's the most dirtiest word in the English language.
"Mull it over and give me a call once you've made a decision." Nuzzling her pillow as she moves to get more comfortable, "Oh Miranda..."
"What is it Andrea?" keeping her tone light.
"If you don't agree to come, then you can just forget any chance of us getting back together."
Miranda sucks in a breath of air. "Are you giving me an ultimatum?"
"Humor me," Andy replies in frustration. "I am asking you take the first step in working on our relationship." There's silence on the other end. "I love you and I'm willing to try...but I need you to meet me half way."
The editor is a very private person and finds no appeal in talking to a therapist. She can barely stomach to open up to Nigel and she has known him for years. Miranda closes The Book realizing she won't be getting any work done tonight. "I don't see the point in talking to a complete stranger about our problems...when we can do that amongst ourselves."
"Obviously not," Andy mumbles under her breath.
"Pardon me?"
"Sometimes it's good to get someone else's advice." Growing bored with the conversation, "Will you do it or not?"
"I'll give it some thought." she replies nonchalantly.
A small smile crosses Andy's full lips. "Great." Score for Andy . Andrea 1 vs. Miranda 0. "The appointment is set for 3 o'clock Thursday evening. Please don't be late. Dr. Bradshaw hates that."
"Hmmm," tapping her index finger against her lips. "Someone's rather presumptuous."
"I believe you want this enough to at least put forth the extra effort, Miranda." Yawning into the phone, "Ahh...I'm exhausted. I got little to no sleep last night because of you."
She herself had a hard time sleeping after Andy's quick departure. "Hmmm," Miranda lips turn upwards. If there's one thing she learned from her time in France besides fashion sense it's the art of kissing. Parisians simply love making out. It's virtually impossible to avoid PDA in the city of lights. "And why is that darling?"
"That kiss was...was-"
"Not nearly enough." she states wantonly.
"Yeah." Clearing her throat, "Well...uhm...I should get some rest if I want to look my best for the big event."
"It would be quite unfortunate if you show up looking like a raccoon draped in fine fabric." Taking a sip of San Pellegrino, "Use tea bags for the dark circles underneath your eyes. They're a godsend."
Andy rolls her eyes. Of course she would notice. "Thanks for the tip." Leaning over to turn off the lamp, "Goodnight Miranda."
"Until tomorrow, Andrea." Miranda reluctantly disconnects the call. A few seconds after she hangs up with Andy, a rambunctious puppy comes charging into the study heading straight for her mistress. "Hey there Luna...." Miranda coos as she kneels down to pick up the fluffy white dog. "Andrea's pressuring me to see a therapist. Can you believe it? What a preposterous idea." Luna responds by attempting to lick her face. Miranda quickly dodges her slimy assault. "I guess all's fair in love and war...huh," she says turning off the lights and shutting the door to the study before heading upstairs to bed.
After leaving Miranda's house, Andy has Mark drive her to her apartment. She contemplates going over to Serena's, but changes her mind. The last thing she wants to do is cloud her judgment by rushing over there in a knee jerk reaction to what just took place at Miranda's townhouse. To her relief the place is empty when she arrives home. Apparently Emilia has taken to spending her nights at Lily's swanky studio apartment. Andy quickly removes her dress and heads straight to bed after removing her makeup in desperate need of a good night's sleep.
By noon the next day she's still in a sour mood, after barely getting a winks worth of sleep and what little she did receive was spent dreaming about her ex-wife. Unable to concentrate and having difficulty remembering her lines, Andy decides to give up on the script and go for a run in Central Park to clear her head. Dressed in black lycra shorts and a matching sports bra with her ipod touch in hand- she makes her way to front door. To her astonishment a woman with strikingly white hair stands before her when she opens the door to leave. "Mi..Miranda," she gasps in surprise. "What are you doing here?" Miranda brushes pass Andy and struts inside the apartment. She looks exquisite in her Bill Blass trousers and silk Versace blouse. 'She knows I love they way those pants fit her ass," she thinks to herself. Andy groans miserably at her inability to control her arousal. "Doesn't anyone phone before coming these days?"
Miranda turns on her heels to face Andy, who is still holding the door open. "If you'd answer my phone calls than you would have known that I desire to speak with you. Preferably now rather than later." Tossing her clutch on the couch, "And now that I'm here...I have no intention on leaving, at least not until we've cleared up a few things."
Slamming the door in frustration, "I obviously had no intention of speaking with you. Otherwise I would have answered." She defensively crosses her arms across her chest as Miranda's eyes scan her scantily clad torso. "You just can't show up here when you feel like it."
Andy's physique appears to be more muscular in definition. It's actually a turn on. Miranda shakes her head as she tries to focus on the reason her visit and not on the view of the brunette's hardened nipples that are clearly visible beneath her sports bra. She's pleasantly surprised that she finds a slightly muscular Andrea even more attractive.
She notices a hint of desire in the editor's blue orbs. Gesturing between the two of them, "I am in no mood to deal with this."
Miranda walks over to the couch and gracefully sits down. Her gaze falls on the script that sits in front of her on the coffee table. "By all means move at a glacial pace. You know how that thrills me."
Andy continues to stand tapping her foot, while the other woman waits for her. "Whatever," she finally relents and flops down next to Miranda on the couch. "Well...What is it?"
"I think we should talk about what happened."
"You kissed me."
"And you kissed me back."
Andy rolls her eyes. "I did and it was a mistake."
Her comment stings, but Miranda's able to conceal her emotions and maintain a stoic face. Turning to look into chestnut eyes, "Why?"
There's a pregnant pause. "Because it's not right..." Clearing her suddenly dry throat, "I...I am with Serena now."
"And if you weren't..." Raising an eyebrow in a challenge, "Would you still feel the same?"
Andy ruffles her slightly longer bangs. "It doesn't matter. Because I am." She hates the feeling of being torn between her love for Miranda and her attraction for Serena.
"It seems to me that this is a situation that can be easily rectified."
"No. It's not that easy, Miranda." Andy takes a deep breath. "I can't just leave her..." she trails off.
"In life choices are necessary, Andrea." Miranda states with air of bitterness.
"Why now?" Andy sighs. "It's not fair for you to come here now and ask this of me." She closes her eyes trying to hold back tears. "I waited...I waited for you to come around and now that I am seeing someone else you want to work things out." She couldn't believe the audacity of the woman sitting beside her.
Miranda exhales harshly. "I never claimed to be the most convenient person, but I am decisive." Grabbing her hand, "Andrea..." She waits for her to open her eyes before continuing. "What. Do. You. Want?"
"Ugh." Andy removes her hand from Miranda's grasp and stands. She starts pacing the floor back and forth, feeling grateful for the Air Max 93 shoes on her feet otherwise she might be flat on her face by now. "You're infuriating you know that. I can't believe you sometimes." She won't need to go for her run at the rate she's moving. "I had to see that man every time I came to see my children. How do you think that mad me feel?! Huh. Seeing the two of you together." Halting in her steps and glaring at Miranda with fire in her eyes, "I felt like dying. Can you comprehend how that must feel?!" It's been a long time since she's yelled at Miranda with this much passion, and to her relief it actually feels good. Almost liberating in it's essence.
Miranda whispers a barely audible, "Yes." Looking into dark orbs filled with anger and confusion, "How do you suppose I felt when I saw the photos of you and that...that chef." Her breath catches. "It was our anniversary for Christ sake."
"No. Don't you dare," she yells. "I waited hours for you that night. And you were what...having dinner with that pompous asshole, Lagerfeld." 'You ruined everything.' she doesn't add. Andy had planned to present the blue prints detailing the design of their new home outside Lyon that night. Everything went out the window when Miranda didn't even bother to show up. Pointing at the editor, who sits with her shoulders slightly slumped on the couch, "You pushed me away. Not the other way around."
Miranda tries again. "Andrea..."
She resumes her pacing, "Fuck Miranda....And you criticize me for working too hard and not spending enough time at home. I...I just can't. I won't." As much as she wants to throw herself in the arms of the older woman, her fear far out ways her burning desire.
Miranda rises from the couch. "You're obviously too upset to discuss this..." Picking up her clutch, "Perhaps some other time...when you're thinking more clearly." She places a call to her driver. "I'm finished here. Be outside in five minutes." Dropping the Blackberry in her clutch. "I...I..." she sighs in defeat. "I'll see you at the graduation."
"Do. Not. Leave." Andrea firmly states. "I'm not finish."
Miranda turns on her heels. Her face expressionless. "I think you've said enough. Don't you?" She raises an eyebrow, daring Andy to go on. She needs to know one way or another.
"No I haven't." Andy crosses the room and stands in front of Miranda, who is almost the same height in her red Prada heels. "I fucking hate that I love you." She presses Miranda up against the door. Her tone is fragile and desperate. "I want you... so fucking much. What am I suppose to do?!"
"Andrea..." trying to sound confident and self assured, although she is every bit as confused as the brunette in front of her. "It has occurred to me that you and the children are all that I require in this life to make me happy." Gently stroking her thumb across Andy's cheek, "I...I have missed us terribly."
"So have I," tightening her arms around Miranda's body. They stay this way, molded together, for a while, with Andy pressed firmly against Miranda as she leans against the door. This degree of intimacy comes far and in between for them, so they stand here relishing in the moment. Listening to the rhythm of each other's breathing. It's been so long since they've just simply enjoyed the other's company that their current situation feels sort of foreign.
They're abruptly disturbed by Miranda's phone alerting her of Roy's arrival. Much to the editor's chagrin she doesn't have luxury of time to stand here holding Andy in her arms. "Uhm...I...I have to leave. I'm suppose to be meeting with Wolgang in twenty minutes."
Andy tries to regain her composure. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean for..." she murmurs.
Miranda waves her off as she straightens her blouse. "No need for niceties."
Andy grabs her by the elbow as she opens the door to leave. Pressing her body against Miranda's back, "Hey...wait a sec." Not wanting her to go but afraid of what will happen if she were to ask the woman to stay, "I can't make you any promises...but." Miranda feels Andy's breath on the back of her neck as she exhales in frustration. "Just give me some time...please."
"I live on hope, Andrea," she whispers before quickly exiting the high rise penthouse. After closing the door behind her, Andy sinks to the floor and covers her face with her hands as she sobs.
*****
Miranda is sitting in her office going over sketches from the latest Joop! line with Wolgang. She's fifteen minutes into their meeting and already thoroughly bored out of her mind with the designs. Having spent the spent the last five minutes listening to him rattle on about their new signature gown, that they have the nerve to call La Priestly, she's only mere seconds from tossing him out of the building and having him scrap the entire line and start over.
She removes her glasses and slides the portfolio over to the designer seated across from her. "Hmmm. I must say there isn't much risk taking here, considering the new line is entitled Risque."
"As you can see-" he starts.
"No, no no." Holding up two sketches in her hand, "Even Catholic nuns can see these are blasphemies against haute couture. They're dull and lack inspiration. Why is it so difficult to come up with something new and innovative?"
"Uhm...We were going for classic chic meets burlesque."
Miranda bites back a laugh. "Oh I see. The problem is that we're not in the business of advertising funeral dresses for Hugh Hefner's playmates. I'll leave that toVogue." She raises her hand to silence him as he opens his mouth to respond. "I suggest you return to Europe, come up with something a bit more fashion forward and less nauseating."
He sighs in relief. "Yes Miranda."
"I'll have my assistant contact you to reschedule another viewing." Escorting him out of the office, "I am offended when my time is wasted on an ill prepared line. Do not disappoint me."
He nods in understanding, knowing that if he fails to impress the editor next time around he will surely never be taken serious in the fashion industry again.
Turning her attention to her wide eyed assistant, who's waiting with notepad and pen in hand, "Eliza get me Patrick. Tell Natalie from Glorious Food that the everything is to arrive at my house in The Hamptons no later than 5:30 PM sharp. Have Roy pick up Audrey and the kids from Saks. They should be done shopping by now. Call my ex-husband and tell him for the 20th time- The graduation starts at 1 o'clock on Saturday and that he's to be there on time. No excuses. Have Simone scrap the piece on Angelina. I don't think our readers want to hear about another adoption from a third world country. I will not be putting that girl...uh what's her name....Kristen something on the cover. Her acting is abysmal to put it lightly, and I don't care that my daughters have this strange obsession with the Twilight series. NO. Move the run-through up an hour, and tell Serena I want to see her in my office in ten minutes."
"Uhm...Miranda, Martha has yet to return my call and I'm not sure if she'll be able to make the changes to the floor design for the girls' party." Biting her lip, "Would you like me to contact someone else to arrange the party?"
Miranda's eyebrows furrow as she registers the information, "Details of your incompetence do not interest me. I pay you to make these decisions for me. And if you're finding that you are incapable of performing your duties then I shall just have to replace you. That's all."
"Yes Miranda."
*****
Andy is lying down on the plush sofa in her therapist's office. It's been nearly a year since her last visit. The main reason she likes seeing Dr. Bradshaw is because she doesn't just sit there and scribble on a notepad as Andy spills every sordid details of her private life. She actually engages in the conversation which makes her feel more at ease.
"Hello Andy. How are you?"
"Let's skip the small talk, Doc. I've had a hell of a week."
"Okay." She turns on her recorder. "Why don't you just start from the beginning."
Andy proceeds to divulge all details concerning her relationship with Serena and subsequent involvement with Miranda. She can only imagine how ridiculous this sounds to Dr. Bradshaw's ears. She's embarrassed that she finds herself in a love triangle with her ex-wife of all people. Telling the story is almost as exhausting as the actual experience.
"Hold on a second." She exhales deeply. "Let me make sure I'm understanding you clearly. You're currently involved with Serena."
"Correct."
"And sleeping with Miranda as well."
"Yes-I mean no." Andy sighs. "We've slept together, but we're not currently having sex." 'It's not because a lack of desire on my part.' she doesn't add.
"Oh...I see. Well you find yourself in quite a pickle, Andy."
"Uh huh..."
"If you were stranded on an island and had to choose, who would you pick Serena or Miranda?" she ask.
Andy thought about if for awhile. "I'd probably kill, Miranda, so I'd have to go with Serena." Serena's more likely to carry her fair share of the load in respect to survival tactics.
"Uh huh." Dr. Bradshaw scribbles something down on her notepad. "So what brought about the change in you and Miranda's relationship. Last time we spoke you were making progress."
"I don't know." Andy sits up and runs her hands through her hair. "I'm drawn to her...I can't stopping thinking about her...wanting her." she trails off.
"I must say... that you appear to be following a destructive pattern here, Andy." Checking the timer, "Why are you still with Serena if you have yet to resolve things with your ex-wife?"
"Who wouldn't want her...she's gorgeous, funny, great in bed, gets along with my kids and finally she's not Miranda...." A small smile spreads across her lips as she talks about the sexy Brazilian. "And she doesn't make me feel like an idiot for not knowing the difference between periwinkle blue and cobalt blue."
"Hmmm," she makes a few more notes. "And Miranda?"
Andy hesitates for a moment, and the older woman looks at her over Donna Karan frames encouraging her to go on.
"I have never loved or hated anyone the way I love and hate Miranda Priestly. I can't even count the amount of times I have wanted to strangle her." She holds up her hand, "I know that can't be healthy." Taking a deep breath, "With that said...she soothes my soul. It's a mystery to me...but she seems to know me better than anyone else." Feeling thankful that she decided to forgo makeup as tears begin to stream down her face, "But I don't know if it's enough... I want more. I need to have that blind faith in her again...and more than that I need for her to have that blind faith in me in return...to know that if..." She wipes at her tear soaked cheeks. "Look. I know it's selfish, but I can't help it. I want them both and I don't know who to choose. Either way I'm going to end up hurting someone..." she trails of not wanting to think about the inevitable.
The bell sounds calling an end to their session. "Time's up. I'll have my secretary contact you to schedule an appointment for next week. Until then try to avoid putting yourself in complicated situations involving your ex, at least until you've made a decision." She rounds her desk and escorts Andy to the door.
"Well I appreciate you fitting me in on such short notice."
Dr. Bradshaw waves her off in dismissal. "Think nothing of it. I love catiching up with you. Although I do wish it was under better circumstances," Opening the door, "Now I'm telling you this as a friend, so it's free of charge. I get paid to give good advice you know." They both share a small laugh. Taking on a serious tone, "In life I have found that it's best to be daring and unapologetic than to live with regret and always wonder." Squeezing her left hand, "Don't make the mistake of cheating yourself out of love for the sake of being too moral and self righteous, Andy. Because that my dear...would be a misunderstanding of inequity."
Andy hugs the older woman, "Thanks Karen. I'll see you next week."
"See you then. And try to get Miranda to come along."
Andy rolls her eyes in disbelief. "Yeah right. You'd have better luck asking me to swim the English Channel in the middle of winter."
Karen gently nudges her out the door, "Have a little faith. Anything's possible Andy."
*****
Serena nearly jumped out of her skin when Eliza summoned her to the office on short notice. Clearing her throat, "Uhm...I was told you wanted to see me."
"Correct." Miranda waves her in. "Come in, close the door and have a seat."
Serena takes her seat, and patiently waits as Miranda reviews samples for a potential advertising spread. She glances at the photos that adorn her desk. One in particular catches her eye. "It's has been brought to my attention that a publishing position has opened up at French Runway." Shifting through the photos, "It's yours for the taking if you so desire, Serena."
She gasps in astonishment. "Wow...I...I don't know what to say, Miranda." French Runway isn't exactly the beacon of light that American Runway is to the fashion industry, but the position would be a promotion and one step in the direction of eventually becoming editor herself. Taking the job will involve relocating to Paris, and she's not sure if she's ready to make such a life altering decision especially, when things seem to be going so well with Andy. "Uhm...I need some time. How long do I have until I must make a decision?"
Miranda looks up from the sheet she's holding in her hand. She can see an expression of confusion clearly written all over Serena's face. "Take the weekend to think it over. I expect an answer by Monday."
"Thanks Miranda. I'll need to speak with An-"
"Hard choices must be made if one wishes to succeed. I expect you to think about your career when weighing this decision. That's all."
The slender woman nods in understanding, then rises from the uncomfortable chair she's been occupying. Serena's met by Andrew and Augustus standing along side an elegantly dressed woman with familiar brown eyes as she exits Miranda's office. She leans down to greet boys, "Hey Gus...Andrew. How have you been?"
"Fine." Andrew says dryly.
"Just glad to be out of school." Gus quickly adds.
Smiling warmly as she thinks back on a time when she was their age. "I do remember that feeling." Turning her attention to the older woman who's been quietly observing her interaction with the boys, "Hello. I'm Serena."
Shaking her hand, "Ah...The Serena. Well it's a pleasure to finally meet the woman who's captured my daughter's affection." She glances back at Miranda, who's regally perched on her desk, with a look of mischief. "I'm Audrey."
"I see where Andy gets her good looks and charm from."
Miranda cuts in with an icy tone. "Perhaps we should move the run-through up, since you obviously have nothing better to do. I presume everything is in order." The truth is she can care less if Serena interacts with Audrey or not, but her brazen display of affection towards her sons is a bit unsettling for the editor. Jealousy isn't a trait that most would associate with Miranda Priestly, but under the aloof facade she is extremely territorial.
"Uhm...that won't be necessary. The scheduled time is perfect." She leans down and kisses Gus on the temple. Running her hand through Andrew's wild mop of hair, "I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow. It's was nice meeting you Mrs. Sachs."
"Please call me Audrey," she says.
"Alright, Audrey it is. I'll see you soon. Have a good day." Serena quickly scurries out of Miranda's office before she has a chance to change her mind.
Audrey watches Serena with a critical eye as she saunters out of the office. "The girls have some things to get in order before their big day, and the boys practically begged me to bring them by. I hope you don't mind. Sorry if we're interrupting."
Miranda waves her off. "No no no. It's no problem at all."
"Hey Mom. Do you think we can take a look at the props used for shoots?" Andrew asks with his big brown eyes pleading for his mother to relent.
Miranda has a strict off-limits policy involving children and all things Runway, especially her own. She's fully aware of the havoc that can take place at the hands of Augustus and Andrew Priestly. "Eliza..." Miranda calls out. It doesn't take long for the well dressed assistant to appear. "Take my sons down to the lot and give them a tour. Make sure nothing is damaged in the process."
"But I am in the process of interviewing prospects for the position of-" She's been trying to hire a new second assistant for the last two weeks, which has been difficult considering she has spent a good portion of the time making sure nothing goes amiss for the girls' graduation party.
"Eliza take Augustus and Andrew downstairs, so that they can view the props," her voice is low, but even a deaf man can hear the acid in her tone.
"But who will answer the phone?" She's pulling out all the stops in order to avoid spending time with the Priestly-Sachs twins.
Taking a seat behind her desk, "I am perfectly capable of taking my own phone calls." She huffs in frustration.
"Fine." Blue eyes glare at her. "I...I mean." She sighs. "Yes Miranda. I love spending time with them." Miranda raises a perfectly arched eyebrow in annoyance. 'Oh I put on a little too much.''
"And Eliza...the Pope himself won't be able to save you shall any harm come to them."
She took it for what it was, a promise not a threat. Turning on her heels, "Let's go. There's plenty of neat stuff to see." She tried to sound cheerful to no avail. The last thing she wants to do is play tour guide to Satan's spawns. They remind her of Chucky without the freckles and red hair.
"Cool." Andrew shouts. Rubbing his hands together as he trails after Eliza, "This is going to be awesome."
"Thanks Mom. I'll keep an eye on Drew." Gus says with a wink before dashing out the door behind them.
*****
Miranda ignores Audrey, who's grinning like a Cheshire cat, as she checks her e-mail. Her inbox is full as usual. She deletes most of it without even reading the content of the messages, knowing half of it consist of asinine forwards and the others from designers who actually are dumb enough to believe she'll actually respond to critical questions by e-mail. Fully aware that the woman is aching to interrogate her on the events of last night, she bites down on her lip to stop from laughing. Andrea resembles Audrey so much from the doe-like eyes to the hypnotic smile that it's almost painful.
She turns off her computer then offers Audrey her full attention. "How did the shopping go? I hope the children didn't cause too much trouble."
'Oh...I see. You want to play hard ball.' "Andrew broke a $3000 camera on our way out of Saks, but other than that I would say the day was a success." she said in a blase tone.
Miranda's eyes widen in shock.
Audrey waves off her anxiety. "It really wasn't all that bad. The guy deserved it. He was a real asshole."
"Are you serious?" she knew Andrew could be a handful, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
"He has a lot of energy like Andy did at his age." Audrey shrugs. "What can I say? He lacks the grace that his sisters and Gus maintain. I blame his grandfather's genes."
Miranda rubs her forehead to fight off the fast approaching migraine. "It's coming out of his allowance." Collecting her work that's all over desk i a mess, "Had I known they would be so expensive, I may have thought twice on the decision to have more children. I'm too...old for this."
Audrey rolls her eyes, "Please Miranda...I don't need to be reminded of how you practically molested my daughter while she was under your employ." Changing the subject, "So now that we're done with the small talk. How about you tell me what's going with you and Andy." Patience has never been Audrey's strong suite. She practically forced them down the aisle claiming, 'If you're going to rob the cradle the least you could do is make an honest woman of my Andy.'
Looking directly into chestnut colored eyes, "Why...I have no idea what you're going on about Audrey. You'll have to enlighten me."
"I lack Andy's gift with words, but I'll try." She leans forward as if she's trying to keep a naughty secret. "I'm referring to the little scene I awoke to last night." Waving her hand in the air, "You remember don't you...I don't see how you're still alive after Andy practically suffocated you with her tongue." She gives Miranda her biggest shit eating grin. Feeling proud of herself for shocking the editor into silence.
Miranda snorts in amusement. "Must you be so crass, Audrey. It's beneath you."
"This coming from the woman who didn't even have the decency to leave the room before mauling my daughter."
Miranda brushes the rebellious lock of hair from her forehead. This isn't the first time Audrey has caught her and Andy in an intimate act, it's not even the most embarrassing, yet Miranda can't help feeling like a teenage boy who's been caught with his hand up his girlfriend's skirt. "It was a lapse in judgment, and nothing more."
"Hmmm." Tapping her finger against her lips, "And would you like it to be something more?"
Miranda narrows her eyes in annoyance. "Of course."
Audrey leans back in the chair and sighs. "Then why the hell are you just sitting here...doing nothing." She licks her lips, "The Miranda Priestly I know will do anything for the woman she loves. Even if that means flying off to France and eloping at the last minute." Audrey frowns in distaste, "I'm still pissed off about that you know. I hope you two get a chance to do it over. The right way this time."
"Audrey..." Miranda warns.
She continues along ignoring her, "You know I really don't understand your snail's pace approach." Crossing her legs, "You know she wants to have more children. Pretty soon her and this Serena might be working on a set of their own little terrors."
While it's true Andy would very like to add to their little clan, she highly doubts her and Serena are anywhere clost to this commitment. After all they've only been dating a few months. Like any mothe Audyrey's desperate and will almost any tactic to see her daughter happy.
Miranda grimaced at the thought. "Don't ridiculous Audrey."
She snorts indignantly. "Have you even told her that you're still in love with her?" Audrey is under no illusions when it comes to the younger brunette. Andy can be stubborn as a mule, and she often ends up hurting herself in the process of protecting others. "Well..." Audrey nostrils flare as she grows impatient. "Did you?"
"I can tell her that I love her until I am blue in the face," Miranda rolls her eyes at her choice of words."But we both know that it's not always enough." A soft sigh passes her thin lips. "Sometimes these things are beyond remedy. I must accept that which I can not change." Not that there was much in life she couldn't change if she willed it. She never put much faith in the philosophy that good things come to those who wait. No, Miranda is a woman who believes in setting her soul on fire to capture that which she desire's most. At one point in her life it was the position as Editor of American Runway, then to be a mother, and now it's to have Andy back at her side. She takes some comfort in knowing that in life there are moments of absurd happiness, utter despair, and bitter regret. Patience has never been one of her virtues, but she has faith that eventually make the right decision and return to her family so she's willing to wait as long as possible. The piercing look in her somber blue eyes tells Audrey that she is finish with the discussion, and refuses to say anymore on the subject.
"Very well." Audrey rises from her chair. She doesn't intend on spending the rest of her time in New York depressed because these two can't seem to get their shit together. She has her own life to live in spite of what they may think. Hell she's a widow not dead. "Let's go find those devilish grandchildren of mine."
Miranda rounds the desk. "That sounds like an ingenious plan. I would hate for them to ruin everything that I have spent my entire adult life building in a matter of minutes."
Audrey smiles and follows Miranda out. "If anyone can topple the grand Priestly it's them."
*****
Andy, Emilia and Audrey are sitting around the dinner table chowing down on takeout from Yasuda. Andy is only half listening as they go on about their respective days. Audrey notices her daughter's unusual silence and decides to pry. "So...How what have you been up to all day, Andy?"
She hesitates for a moment then decides to go on and tell the truth. It's hard for her to keep a secret, especially since it's likely that someone caught her going in and out of the clinic. Privacy is a luxury she can no longer afford. "Oh...it was alright nothing special," she wryly states in between bites of sushi. "I went to see my therapist."
"Hmmm." Audrey sits her chopsticks down and folds her hands underneath her chin, "And what happened..."
Andy looks over at Emilia who staring at her salmon as if it's an open heart surgery. "If I felt comfortable talking about it...I wouldn't have went to see a therapist now would I."
Audrey rolls her eyes. "Come on Andy. I'm your mother not some rotten reporter." Placing her hand over Andy's, "You can talk to me about anything."
Taking a sip of her wine, "I'm sorry Ma, but I really don't want to talk about it..." Looking at Audrey pointedly, "For obvious reasons."
"Oh." Audrey nods. "I understand and I know it's complicated honey....I just want you to know that I am here if you need me."
"There's Castella for dessert in the fridge." The younger brunette pushes away from the table and rises from her chair. Leaning down to kiss her mother on the cheek, "I didn't get much sleep last night, so I'm going to turn in early."
"Goodnight Andy. I love you."
"I love you too."
She's concerned about her friend. "Get some rest, Andy. You don't look too good. I'll be gone by the time you wake up, but I'll see you at the graduation okay."
"Alright. I'll see you then Emily." she clears her mess off the table and leaves the two curious women to chat amongst themselves.
*****
Miranda's sitting in her study going over The Book as she's tries to block out the sound of giddy girls screaming at the top of their lungs upstairs. Shortly after dinner she sent the boys to their rooms telling them that she didn't want to see them until tomorrow. They seem to come up with new ways to test her nerves by the minute. She's thankful that the girls will be spending the next few days at the house in The Hamptons and the boys will be Andrea, so she has the free time to catch on much needed work. "Is it asking too much not to be disturbed while I'm reviewing The Book," she groans as her cell phone vibrates. Picking it up without looking at the caller id, "What is it?"
"Hey Miranda. Are you busy?" a timid Andy replies.
She removes her glasses and exhales a deep breath, "When am I not busy, Andrea?"
"Well...I wanted...you know what forget it-"
"This will go by a lot faster if you just tell your reason for phoning." Miranda states in an even tone.
"You're right." Andy swallows before continuing, "I went to see my therapist today."
Miranda rubs her finger tip against her temple, "And why should this be of any interest to me."
"Look. I already know your opinion on the subject." Trying not to get upset, "But I really think you should come with me to my next session."
"I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you just suggest I go to therapy with you?"
"Yes."
"Well you clearly haven't put much thought into it. Therapy..." she says it as if it's the most dirtiest word in the English language.
"Mull it over and give me a call once you've made a decision." Nuzzling her pillow as she moves to get more comfortable, "Oh Miranda..."
"What is it Andrea?" keeping her tone light.
"If you don't agree to come, then you can just forget any chance of us getting back together."
Miranda sucks in a breath of air. "Are you giving me an ultimatum?"
"Humor me," Andy replies in frustration. "I am asking you take the first step in working on our relationship." There's silence on the other end. "I love you and I'm willing to try...but I need you to meet me half way."
The editor is a very private person and finds no appeal in talking to a therapist. She can barely stomach to open up to Nigel and she has known him for years. Miranda closes The Book realizing she won't be getting any work done tonight. "I don't see the point in talking to a complete stranger about our problems...when we can do that amongst ourselves."
"Obviously not," Andy mumbles under her breath.
"Pardon me?"
"Sometimes it's good to get someone else's advice." Growing bored with the conversation, "Will you do it or not?"
"I'll give it some thought." she replies nonchalantly.
A small smile crosses Andy's full lips. "Great." Score for Andy . Andrea 1 vs. Miranda 0. "The appointment is set for 3 o'clock Thursday evening. Please don't be late. Dr. Bradshaw hates that."
"Hmmm," tapping her index finger against her lips. "Someone's rather presumptuous."
"I believe you want this enough to at least put forth the extra effort, Miranda." Yawning into the phone, "Ahh...I'm exhausted. I got little to no sleep last night because of you."
She herself had a hard time sleeping after Andy's quick departure. "Hmmm," Miranda lips turn upwards. If there's one thing she learned from her time in France besides fashion sense it's the art of kissing. Parisians simply love making out. It's virtually impossible to avoid PDA in the city of lights. "And why is that darling?"
"That kiss was...was-"
"Not nearly enough." she states wantonly.
"Yeah." Clearing her throat, "Well...uhm...I should get some rest if I want to look my best for the big event."
"It would be quite unfortunate if you show up looking like a raccoon draped in fine fabric." Taking a sip of San Pellegrino, "Use tea bags for the dark circles underneath your eyes. They're a godsend."
Andy rolls her eyes. Of course she would notice. "Thanks for the tip." Leaning over to turn off the lamp, "Goodnight Miranda."
"Until tomorrow, Andrea." Miranda reluctantly disconnects the call. A few seconds after she hangs up with Andy, a rambunctious puppy comes charging into the study heading straight for her mistress. "Hey there Luna...." Miranda coos as she kneels down to pick up the fluffy white dog. "Andrea's pressuring me to see a therapist. Can you believe it? What a preposterous idea." Luna responds by attempting to lick her face. Miranda quickly dodges her slimy assault. "I guess all's fair in love and war...huh," she says turning off the lights and shutting the door to the study before heading upstairs to bed.