Miranda entered the townhouse feeling exhausted. She'd had to deal with incompetent models and a photographer all day. Was it really so difficult a task to take a proper photo of a lean, beautiful woman? No. Not at all. There were times when Miranda contemplated showing the entire crew just what to do. She was the Editor-in-Chief, not the photographer, model, light woman, etc. Miranda Priestly knew how to do her job properly, and though quite difficult, she was not one to let her obstacles defeat her. Why everyone else couldn't do the same was beyond her. No longer caring about her image, she kicked off her shoes, hung up her jacket and headed towards the stairs. As she walked up the stairs, twin voices carried through the hallway. About to open the den door, she thought better of it, being as tired as she was, knowing she would be talking for minutes on end rather than heading upstairs to her comfortable bed. Before she could get halfway up, a few key words caught her attention. She decided to listen in, though this was something she had always taught her girls not to do. She was the parent after all, and disregarded her own rule for the moment.

'Sometimes I can hear Mom crying at night. Mom never cries, Cass. Well, except for that one time when Stephen made her cry. But that was only a little bit, just a few tears. This, this was serious crying! Like that ugly crying you see on tv when a girl gets her heart broken. I heard it again last night. There is something seriously wrong with her.' Caroline paused for a moment then continued. 'I think it has something to do with Andy.' Caroline had always been the one to bring her sister up to speed whenever she was unaware of a certain situation.

'What? Caro, you can't be serious. Mom doesn't even talk about Andy anymore. Well, not really. Not like she used to.' Although Cassidy was objecting to such a statement, the scenarios running through her mind were only adding to Caroline's theory.

'Mom had a serious case of the smiles when Andy was around. The good kind, not that creepy smile she gets when she's about to tear someone's head off. Like whenever Mom had to go on some lame trip and she would make Andy go with her. It's not like she had to go or anything. How hard is it to get coffee? Anyone could do that. Mom just liked having Andy around.'

Cassidy sat, momentarily stunned. She had known that Andy meant something to her mother, but the depth of that meaning hadn't quite sunk in until this very moment. With flashbacks of Andy at the townhouse, and with what her sister was saying sinking in, she fully understood what it was that had her mother on such a tear.

'She should know, Caro! She needs to know. We have to do something. Mom can't spend her nights crying and being sad. Everyone should get to fall in love and be happy. Right?' Cassidy was starting to get worked up over the situation . 'Oh my God! I just remembered! When Andy came over a few day before Mom's Gala thing or whatever, Mom was trying on her Valentino dress and Andy couldn't take her eyes off her. She got that glazed look like those lovesick girls do in all the romantic movies! I caught her staring and when she noticed, her cheeks got all pink and she looked away really quick. Wow, she really does like Mom.' Cassidy couldn't contain her excitement at these revelations.

Caroline went in to full thinking mode. 'Maybe Emily will help us? We'll make her help us! If not we can just make something up and tell Mom and she will fire Emily. So she doesn't have a choice. And Roy will help, and Nigel!' Caroline didn't know just yet what each person would be helping with, but the more people she had on her side, the better the outlook of the plan would be.

Cassidy was feeling a bit giddy from all the excitement. She had always been a sucker for romantic movies and now she was going to be able to play a part in a real life romance. 'This is perfect! It will be like one of those cheesy Lifetime movies. With like flowers and chocolates and kisses and dates and—' Caroline rolled her eyes at her twin. 'Okay, so maybe not all of that stuff but maybe, right?' Cassidy knew that being 12 would have its disadvantages to playing matchmaker but she wouldn't let that stop them.

Unbeknownst to Cassidy and Caroline, Miranda had heard their entire conversation. With tears streaming down her face, she dragged herself up to her bedroom. She knew that she was in love with Andrea, as she had been for awhile. She had thought that she was keeping that little secret rather well. Her twins were quite intuitive for such a young age. As Miranda prepared herself for bed, she was determined not to cry this night. Andrea was gone, and though her twins were adamant to change that fact, Miranda was not as confident as her children. As her head hit the pillow, Miranda's last thought was how different her life would be if she could only know what love truly felt like.

'Emily Charlton.'

'Emily, it's Caroline. Caroline Priestly.'

'Yes, yes, I gathered that. Is there something I can do for you?' Emily didn't have time to chat on the phone but she knew that if she hung up on the Priestly twins she would have plenty of time, as she would be out of a job.

'Yes there is. But, you can't tell mom that we called because she would probably kill us or at least sell all of our stuff or something.'

Emily rolled her eyes at even the suggestion of Miranda punishing her twins so severely. 'And what would this reason be for such a punishment?'

'Well, mom has been kinda… kinda sad. And we think we know why, but we need some help to not make her sad anymore.'

Emily sighed, 'It's Andrea Bloody Sachs, isn't it?'

Caroline gasped and looked over to her sister. 'See Cassidy? Everyone knows!'

Cassidy couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark. 'Except Mom and Andy, apparently.'

'Of course everyone knows! Miranda has been in a fowl mood for the last 3 months, and Andrea likes to think that she has everyone fooled about her feelings, but she doesn't. She practically sobs whenever Miranda's name is mentioned.

'Well, we were thinking that Mom and Andy need to go on a date. You know, like in The Parent Trap, where the parents are fooled and just happen to end up at the same place, same time, same table. Something like that?'

'I highly doubt Miranda would fall for such a trick. I might be able to schedule something on her calendar and get Nigel to convince her to dinner. I'll call Doug and get him to persuade Andrea that she needs a night out.'

'Who's Doug?'

'Andy's best friend. Aside from me of course.' Emily snorted.

'I thought Emily and Andy didn't like each other that much?' Cassidy whispered to her sister.

'Um, you and Andy are best friends? I thought you didn't really like each other?'

'Things changed after Paris. Obviously, this is why I'm willing to help you. Andy is miserable, Miranda is miserable, and this, in turn, is making us all miserable. They need help and they need it bloody fast.'

Caroline finished her conversation with Emily and smiled at Cassidy. Step one was being put into play and she had a feeling that her mother would be smiling a lot more in coming time.

'Nigel, you know that I have absolutely no room in my schedule for a, as you so put it, 'friendly' dinner. This issue is a complete mess and I'm clearly going to have to supervise on set every day. I don't have time for such nonsense right now. That's all.'

'Miranda Priestly, don't you 'that's all' me. We haven't had a nice sit-down in Lord knows how long. I didn't say you needed to drop everything right this minute and leave with me. I simply asked if you would have dinner with me sometime this week or the next. I know you're busy. We all know, Miranda. Have you noticed your own mood lately? You're walking around spouting off orders to people who don't even work here! You told the mailman to fetch you a latte, for Christ's sake! And what's worse is that he actually did! You scared him half to death.'

Miranda raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and spoke. 'Oh Nigel, bore someone else with these stories. He got the latte, did he not? Clearly he had time.'

'You are going to dinner with me. Pick a day and it's settled. I will not take 'no' for an answer.'

Miranda sighed in defeat. Nigel was the only person who could talk to her in such a way without being fired on spot. 'Fine. Have Emily schedule a day. That's all.'

Nigel practically ran out of Miranda's office and headed towards Emily's desk. 'I should be given an award or something. Clear a night for her and the dinner is set.'

'Bloody brilliant, Nigel! We owe you big time! And by we, I mean anyone who has to deal with her.'

'My dear Emily, eat a cube of cheese and calm down. She isn't that awful. We could all be in the unemployment line right now.'

Emily scoffed at the suggestion of even gracing such a place. 'As if she would fire you. You can do no wrong in her eyes.'

'I guess we will find out after that dinner, huh? Has Doug confirmed whether or not he got our Six to agree to dinner?'

'He bloody well better have gotten her to agree. There isn't any other option.'

Nigel laughed at Emily's desperation. Miranda was either going to murder them all or she would be very pleased with her employee's and twins.