"I want those prints now!" Aria Montgomery yelled at Cynthia one of her newer photographers. "Why are you still here?" She asked callously when Cynthia didn't jump they way her trained staff did. As Cynthia quickly turned around Aria stopped her.
"Cynthia it's not you, ok? It's me" Aria said apologetically. There was a hint of a smile on her face "I'll get those prints right away for you Miss Montgomery" as she hastened away.
Aria then broke down at the "Miss Montgomery" Justin, her assistant came in shaking his head. "Well aren't you just Miranda Priestly, today?" He said bringing her a latte. "I know, I'm sorry" she said covering her face with her hands.
"Is it Fitz? Tell me everything" he said pulling up a chair. She shook her head remembering their fight last night, or more like this morning.
"I don't understand why you're pushing this?" Aria had said agitatedly. "I don't understand why you won't marry me!" He had yelled back. Aria shook her head, she didn't either. "Either you love me or you don't" he said as he walked out the door. Aria should have cared about where he went at 2 o'clock in the morning but she didn't.
She ushered Justin out of her office. She contemplated calling Spencer, she was her oracle, guru, her yoda. Bitterness sunk in before she could dial the phone. She didn't want advice from little miss perfect and her perfect little family. Just then Justin's voice came over the intercom.
"I have a Hanna Marin for you on line one." She picked up the phone and violently pressed one. "Hanna?" Aria asked as her blood ran cold.
A minute later she was running out the door. She threw her AmEx on the desk. "Justin, you're in charge, buy everybody dinner" she said without stopping, she tapped in Ezra's number into her phone as she took the stairs two at time.