The Cure: Prolouge
Miranda's POV
The last time I saw my Andrea that is what she was doing. For a moment, I almost lost myself. For a moment, I almost called out to her. For a moment, I almost let the shield of La Priestly come down as I watched that live suite figure escaping quickly on the cobblestone path.
I didn't.
I kept going. I called once but, she did not answer me. There was nothing more that could be done.
My heart was crushed beneath the weight of its own grief.
It was such a disappointment.
Three years later
A little known fact about the Miranda Priestly is that she was not born into a privileged background. As a matter of fact, her family was quite poor. It is a thing that she is both very proud of, and very ashamed of. This is why he had no problem embracing the high life. That said even Miranda Priestly has moments in which she longs for the simple.
This is what brought our white queen to a little nothing shop just off of New York's main strip. This is what brought our white queen to a little nothing shop just off of New York's main strip where she is waits irritably an incredibly long line.
Honestly now what is taking these people so long one would think they had gone to Cuba in order to harvest the beans.
“Miranda”
In one moment the world crashed around her head.
I know that voice.
Heh… I damn well should.
It is the voice that has hunted her every night since their last day together at…THAT PLACE.
She turned around slowly and for the first time in three years looked into the deep whiskey colored eyes she had once …
Miranda stopped abruptly. She looked once and then again. Her Gucci glasses did well to hide her eyes she could not possibly have hid the shock from her face.
She looks horrible!
“Andrea.” the name escaped her lips with astonishing cool.
After all the trouble I went to get you a job with Greg…as soon as you leave us you turn into this, she paused for a moment wanting to tear Andrea down for leaving her but at the same time unable to give voice to what she was thinking.
Corpse.
Andrea’s POV
Study hard so you can go to work and work hard so you can go home and study.
Everything worked in a cycle since Andy’s life was turned upside down.
But tonight was a little bit different. Andy couldn't keep her mind on her studies.
The world kept intruding…
Thoughts exploding from her cerebral cortex.
New York is never really a quiet city. I don't think it knows the meaning of the word. Even on blisteringly col night such as tonight there is still the sound of people on the streets cars, rushing by and pain everywhere you look.
The worst of all sounds, are the baby’s crying; Because you know that they are accompanied by a parent who is desperately trying to do everything they can for that child, and might not be able to…
You never know how hard it is to be a parent until you find yourself in that situation.
Five years ago, my parents got divorced.
Five years ago, I lost a mother.
Five years ago, I gained a sister.
Three years ago, my sister became my daughter.
“Andy”
a little voice startled Andrea out of her thoughts making the brunettes. It belonged to a six-year-old little girl with strawberry blonde hair and lightly tanned skin. Andy looked into the face that she had seen so many times over the last three years.
SHe knew what would come next.
“Andy I can't sleep”
it wasn't surprising ever since the accident the girl had been having nightmares. For a long time they were every night multiple times a night. Three years of Living with Andy had provided her with enough comfort and familiarity that nightmares were staved off some however, they still rear their head periodically.
It was in these moments that Andy wanted to cry however, the last three years had made her strong and you refused to cry in front of Eleanor.
“All right Ellie. Hop on up and you can sleep in my lap,” with a watery little smile Ellie jumped up in Andy's lap.
Andy's mind was a twitter as her little Ellie’s breathing began to slowly even out. It had been a hard year.
Andy was having a hard time to say the least. She was grieving, Ellie was grieving, and life kept going. There is rent to pay, babysitters to vet, her tuition, Ellie's tuition, not to mention the myriad of other things that no one but moms can account for…and School
This year was the first that Ellie had been back to school since the accident.
It is also the last year of schooling I have before take the bar. Then I have to start worrying about student paying off the student loans. It was something that was constantly on her mind.
Then of course, there was the incident at the coffee shop
Miranda.looked at her as if she was about to squash her underneath feet.She looked at her as if she was no more than a mere bug.Perhaps it was deserved...punishment for leaving
It still hurt. It were anyone else and he would simply have ignored it but, this was Miranda.
Miranda, the fiercely beautiful woman she had no choice but to walk away from; the woman who did not know how deeply she was loved.