Between all the fake smiles and all the air kisses, Andy could see the lies Miranda was telling. Surely no one was dense enough to not know the lies for what they were, so it had to be the fear she instilled into people to not care if her intentions were genuine or not. No one dared try; no one cared enough to look past the feigned emotions and look into icy blue eyes; eyes that screamed out the true Miranda. Screaming for someone to tell her to put aside the lies and be herself.
Was that too much to ask? Andrea didn't think so. She cared enough to want to know the Miranda behind the lies. She pushed past the facade and had enough gall to stand up to it.
The twins aside, nobody appreciated Miranda for who she was...until Andrea. Or so Miranda had thought.
Paris had been one of those times she felt she could finally stop hoping for someone to see past the lies. She had hoped Andrea was the one to replace that hope with love. It was one of those times, but not in the way Miranda had planned. Now she had given up for good and hope had been replaced with anguish.
Would there be anyone else that cared like Andrea did? Could there ever be anyone else like Andrea? Miranda thought not.
So, she put the fake smile in its place and gave many more air kisses. She tried harder to make the lies appear to be the truth. If only Andrea were there to tell her to put them aside and really smile again.