Exhibit 1

Caroline wanted to go to the park. Naturally I left my half finished math homework and slipped into my Uggs, pulling my wild red-hair into a ponytail. As I came downstairs, I found Caroline in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry in search of a snack. "We have to go now, mom will be home soon." Caroline exclaimed, hearing me enter the kitchen.

"Did Kristin leave?" I asked, reaching into the refrigerator for some water. Kristin was our mother's new idea of a babysitter. We were old enough to handle ourselves, but mother had insisted we have her. She was quite pointless and we could easily get rid of her, and as such, it seemed that Caroline had already succeeded in doing just that.

"Yeah, she left a little while ago." Caroline closed the pantry and turned to face me. "Let's go."

I nodded, reaching for my Hermes scarf, wrapping it around my neck. It was chilly for the early autumn month, and as my sister and I stepped out into the city a slight breeze ruffled the end of my scarf. We headed towards the nearest subway, something our mother would never allow us to do, but something we quite enjoyed doing. We liked to be normal, like everyone else. And as soon as we swiped our cards and stepped through the gates, a train happened to arrive.

Stepping on, we found a seat towards the front of the car. I pulled my iPod out of my Prada bag, placing the earphone in my left ear, turning on my favorite song. "You'd better not get into any trouble." I whispered to my sister, rummaging through my bag for my camera.

"What are you talking about?" Caroline distractedly mumbled, mindlessly texting someone on her blackberry.

Finding my camera I flipped it on, checking to see if it had battery left. I had charged it the night before; of course there was battery left. Flipping it off, I turned to my sister. "Who, exactly, are you meeting at the park?" I frowned.

"Mark, Kati, and Isabel." Caroline grinned.

"Oh God," I breathed, watching as my sister fumbled through her slouchy Zambo and Siega bag.

"Well you didn't have to come," Caroline rolled her eyes and began responding to a new text message she just received.

I shrugged, "it's better than doing homework. And there's some pictures I need to take for my photography class." I sighed.

Caroline nodded. Soon enough we got off the subway and exited into the city. Crossing the street, we entered Central Park. I could see that the park was crowded with kids and parents; obviously the weather had not deterred their outdoor playtime. Several runners raced past us as we moved into the park. I followed Cassidy towards a wooded trail. Soon enough I could see Max and the other two girls. Max was demurely leaning against the rail of a bridge, inhaling on what could only be a joint. I thought he was stupid, but my sister seemed to be head over heels in love with him. She raced up to him and they exchanged a quick kiss, my sister taking the joint from him.

Kati, obviously already on her way to getting stoned, sauntered towards me. She looked cute in a nameless red dress and flat black ballet shoes, most likely from Chanel. She grinned when she reached me, "Hey Cassidy. I haven't seen you around for awhile. Want a hit?" She asked, taking the joint from my sister.

"No thanks." I shook my head. "I'm going to go shoot some pictures before the light changes." I excused myself from the group, but before I could get far, my sister's hand was on my shoulder.

"Don't go far; we have to get back home before seven." She warned and I just rolled my eyes.

"Don't get too high before we have to go home. I don't want to deal with mom freaking out." I shot back as I shrugged out of her grasp. She stuck her tongue out at me and moved back towards her group of friends as I moved towards the playground area, in search of something that could be used for my project. I was doing a whole layout on youth in the city, and what better place to find youth than on the playground.

I pulled my camera out of my bag, wrapping the strap around my neck. After turning it on and adjusting several settings, I snapped a couple of quick photos. I studied them for a moment, before deciding that they looked too dark. A couple more adjustments and pictures later and I was set. I bent down and snapped a picture that perfectly captured the shadows of children on the playground. From a different position I snapped a picture of the most adorable little boy, who had tottered over to a swing and was adamantly attempting to use it. He was, of course, too little to be able to get on the swing, let alone use it and I couldn't help but find him absolutely adorable. His dark curly hair filled his whole head and his chocolate brown eyes were enough to melt anyone.

I snapped another picture of him, but as I went to review it, I realized a female had entered the shot. A very familiar looking woman at that. I scrutinized the picture a moment longer, trying to figure out why or how I could possibly know this woman. Her dark brown hair hung loosely off to one side, and was tucked neatly behind her ear on the other. Her deep brown eyes were just as warm as the little boys and I could tell she was his mother. She had to be.

Glancing up, I realized she was picking him up. She sat down in the swing with him and pushed both herself and him off the ground and they began swinging together. She looked so happy, and he as well. He laughed and clapped his hands as she whispered to him, her lips wide in a smile. They looked adorable together and I couldn't help but feel a bit envious of their bond.

My own mother would never have swung with me. In fact my first memories of swinging involved my sister and our nanny. My mother was too busy; she worked all of the time to keep Runway running. And while I was glad, at times, to have her as my mother, to be in the limelight, and to constantly be showered with name brand clothes and accessories, there was still something hollow about it. I loved my mother, don't be mistaken. She was, well could be, a lovely woman. But she wasn't always there.

And as I reminisced, my eyes still fixed on the young boy and his mother; I realized brown eyes had somehow met mine. A small smile crept across the woman's lips. A familiar smile. Who was this woman? Why did I know her?

I watched as she slowed the swing down and, once it was close to the ground, she hoped off. The boy in her arms looked worried at first, and then began laughing, excited to have jumped with his mother. After a quick kissing and tickle session, he wiggled out of her arms and she watched as he toddled away…away towards me.

She watched him as he came closer. He wasn't focused on me, but she was.

"Don't I know you?" I heard myself mutter before I could stop myself.

The brunette studied me and nodded. "Aren't you Miranda Priestly's daughter? Cassidy?" She replied, catching up to her son, grabbing his hand before he could wonder off.

"Yes, how did you…did you work for her?"

The woman nodded, "Andy. I'm Andy Sachs. I worked for her about three years ago."

"Ah, yeah. Andy. I remember you." I grinned. No wonder why she looked so familiar. "You're the one who got us those Harry Potter books."

Andy laughed and nodded, "yeah. That was…wow…"

"I'm sure it was hell." I laughed, knowing that my mother was not an easy person to work for. I would and should know, for I lived with her. Every day.

"It wasn't so horrible." Andy stated, and I immediately raised an eyebrow. As I studied her closer I realized she looked, under her grin, a bit sad. Almost as if she missed Runway. I watched as she looked down at her son, who was trying to get away from her grasp. She bent over and pulled him up into her arms.

"Who is this?" I asked, meeting his gorgeous brown eyes. He laughed and grinned at me before turning to bury his face in his mother's shoulder.

"This is Max." Andy smiled, looking down at her son who had suddenly decided to become shy.

"Hey Max." I smiled, reaching out to tickle his back. He laughed and turned to study me once more. I grinned at him.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Andy studying me. She looked quite intrigued, perhaps a bit star struck, by my presence. Her eyes looked as if they were wishful, reflective perhaps. She seemed, empty almost. Her next question, however, surprised me. "How's Miranda?"

"Mom?" I was surprised that one of her past employees would even care. Andy nodded. Were her cheeks flushing? "She's doing all right. I think she's going to Los Angeles next week for an opening of some kind."

"Wow, she's always going, isn't she?" Andy shook her head in awe. Max was trying to get down, but Andy was not focused on him. She appeared to be thrilled to be talking about my mom, distracted by her.

"Yes, she is." I nodded.

"I can hardly keep up with him; I can't even imagine what she did when you and your sister were born."

"She hired a nanny." I laughed and Andy seemed to snap out of her dreamy reverence of my mother.

"Ah, of course she did." Andy nodded, her attention shyly shifting back to her son.

"Well, hey, do you mind if I shoot some pictures of you and Max. For a project?" I quickly inquired, knowing that no other little child had caught my attention and Max was too adorable to pass up.

Andy laughed, surprised by the sudden question. She messed with her bangs, suddenly feeing self-conscious about her appearance. "Oh, um…"

"Don't worry, you look fine." I laughed.

"Well…fine. Why not." She shrugged, letting Max twist out of her arms. He raced off on wobbly little legs. Andy immediately turned and followed after him and I happily snapped several shots of them. Andy's long brunette hair trailed behind her as she carelessly chased Max around, picking him up when he stumbled, helping him go down the slide. By the time I got to the maximum amount of pictures that my memory card could hold, I had already taken plenty of pictures of the happy mother and son.

I moved towards Andy, placing my camera back into my bag. "Thank you, so much."

"Sure," Andy grinned, pulling Max up into her arms. "Hey, do you think you could send me a couple of those? I always forget to bring my camera to the park."

"Of course, what's your e-mail?" I asked, pulling my blackberry out.

She gave it to me and then grinned. "Say hi to your mother for me. Though I'm sure she's already forgotten all about me."

"I will, and I'm sure she hasn't forgotten you." I laughed, briefly recalling two years ago when my mother had lost Andy as an assistant. She'd been rather, well…distant. And perhaps broken. Wow, I hadn't thought about that in a long time. Clearly Andy had left some impact on her. "I'll get these pictures to you as soon as I upload them." I quickly added before she thought I'd lost my train of thought.

"Thank you." Andy smiled.

"Anytime." I grinned.

And with that I turned to go off and find my sister. I had to drag her away from her friends, warning her that mom would be home before we got back. She quickly dropped her cigarette and followed behind me, pouty because she didn't want to leave.

We climbed back onto the subway; Caroline scooted close to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I turned on my camera and began flipping through pictures. Caroline yawned and then glanced down at the screen. "Did you get any good shots?"

I nodded yes as I flipped a picture on the screen so that it was oriented in the right direction.

"Wait…who is that?" Her finger came to rest on my digital camera's screen and I quickly swatted her hand away, realizing she'd been pointing at Andy.

"Andy Sachs; remember she used to work for mom." I carelessly stated, flipping through the pictures, righting another one.

"Oh my God, Andy? I actually remember her." Caroline stole the camera from me, noticing the little boy in the pictures for the first time. "Who is that?"

"Her son." I said, taking my camera back, flipping it off.

"He looks like he's about three, I didn't know she was pregnant when she was working for mom." Caroline sighed. "I didn't even know she had a boyfriend."

"Well apparently she was, and apparently she did." I sighed, pulling out my iPod to drown out my sister.

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