Walking a Quarter of Two with Miranda
Andrea hadn't left Paris just yet, she hadn't been able to get a flight back, not until tomorrow morning, she was really hoping the airline would just give her a break, but no such luck, and she couldn't in all honesty justify paying an upgrade to business class on her parents emergency joint account just because she wanted to flee Miranda.
Earlier, after walking away and seeing how she had five voice mails from her, Andrea had half expected Miranda Priestly, her boss from hell to have her ousted from her room, but now a silent Miranda was even more unpredictable to navigate.
Packing her stuff, rolling up a pair of fleece jogging pants, Andy had got into dark jeans and a slouchy sweater, moving around her suite in bare toes, taking off the hanger, her black dress she'd been in today, she'd have to ask Nigel in the morning, if she'd need to return it, via French Runway.
She'd get the hotel to dry clean it and messaged to Runway.
On her bed, she flicked through its pages, disappointed washing over her.
It was stupid of her.
Glancing at the guide book's cover, she'd bought it, but how in the world did she even think she could have any time with working for her boss, to go to the Louvre and see the art.
Maybe next time in Paris, when she had a real writing job, she actually have experiences getting to know it, the real Paris.
A knock on her door, made Andrea drop the book onto her bed.
Andrea crossed the room, it was late, maybe Nigel got her teary voice mail she left early in the day, in the hour after she left Miranda on the steps, Andy just took a slow walk back to the hotel, just to get her out of her head, thinking about everything, Nate, her friends and even her sister saying she'd changed, she defended herself to Nate, and to Lily and even Doug thought the same, she hadn't, she just was reshaping to be more than just little Andy Sachs from Ohio.
Nate had implied, Miranda was her whole life, that was fucking ridiculous, Miranda Priestly wasn't her everything, sure she assisted her and had to anticipate Miranda's needs, but she wasn't in love with her, Nate really pissed her off, saying otherwise, that she was why he had to go to Boston, telling her to sort herself out with what she felt for Miranda.
Andy dug her toes into the carpet, she was not and never had been in love with Miranda, opening the door, without looking, standing there was Miranda Priestly in her doorway.
Miranda pressed her lips together. Softly she spoke, her eyes holding Andrea's brown ones. "I hope I can talk you back in forgiving me."