Miranda was here.
Here!?
Here at her second cousin Stavros's place Papanopolis Parthenon, surrounded by Andy's family. Oh god. Who were all loud and being themselves. Uncouth to her graceful refinement.
Just Andy's luck.
Miranda was dignified and reticent. Graceful and well-mannered, in contrast there was Andy's Nana spitting into a child's hair for protection against evil and her cousin Nick the eighth cousin named Nick indulging in spirits with the Greek flag wrapped around him.
She saw Doug helping himself to this and that at the buffet. Her eyes narrowed. Andy marched over to him. Doug smiled at Andy. ''This is a blast.'
''Tell me you didn't Doug?''
''I didn't.'' Doug looked confused at Andy.
''Douglas. How could you.''
''Okay I sampled your favourite but look Andy we can share it. See you just take a half of it.'' Doug divided it and began to chew his portion, swallowing, half of the last one.
''You know I think I'm going to finally forgive your Uncle Nick for his language lessons.''
Andy blinked. That was really big of Doug, but she didn't have the time for Doug's grudge because Andy's Uncle Nick gave Doug tips of Greek words that earned slaps and stink eye when they backpacked through the Grecian islands.
Along with constant odd dirty offended looks when Doug thought he was ordering a local dish and he told the waitress he had red gonads.
Andy indicated to Doug at a certain platinum haired someone.
Followed Andy's stare. ''Oh that. You're welcome.''
''Douglas.'' Doug winced at her tone. Weird how Andy sounded just like his Mom when he'd done something bad or off the wall or was ticked off with him.
''Miranda is here. In the same room as my family.'' Andy looked panicked and stricken worse than when her teacher, Mrs Gummer, Andy's secret crush met her family on Parent/Teacher Night.
Poor Andy.
Mrs Gummer for half the semester rendered Andy into a stuttering stammering speaker of Klingon.
Thinking about it Mrs Gummer looked a bit like Meryl Streep. Doug thought Miranda resembled her. Maybe a little.
Doug shrugged. Mrs S and her wacky brood wasn't that bad.
To Andy, her family were like a root canal. Painful and traumatic. Less people experienced them the better.
Miranda had to leave. Andy muttered that outloud to herself. It was a wonder she hadn't left yet. Surrounded by them being themselves.
Doug stared at Andy setting his plate down, taking Andy by the shoulders gently. ''Loosey goosey Andy.'' Hadn't seen Andy this panicked since admission at Brown.
''She came for you. So what are you waiting for young Sachs? Go. Get her.''
Fine. She'll just go and talk to Miranda. Sure. Talk. Oh Gawd. About what? Anything. Obamacare. Taxes and just keep her away from everybody in the room.
Doug watched Andy's tentative steps. Like a person about to go over a cliff. Sending mental hugs of support. Swallowing an ouzo in one gulp for Andy.
Andy horrified saw Miranda studying her photos.
Looking at Andy's Emo phase. Andy blamed Our Lady Peace, Blink 182 and Jimmy Eats World. Andy wore skulls and black for a year, what was else was there to do at sullen seventeen in Ohio.
Ice fish. Crochet.
Andy blinked at what Miranda was looking at, oh there she was graduating and one with Doug and her dyed neon pink at Holi in India, frowning at the one with Nate with his arms around her, both making faces at the camera, taken in Andy's last week in college.
Breath. Minty. Clammy hands cannot be helped. Thankful Doug forbid her to wear casual tonight. Now to come up with something witty to talk to her with. Think Sachs. Something funny. Andy shook away that idea. Miranda wasn't the type for jokes.
Maybe she could offer to get her a drink. Slumped already had one.
Compliment her. Yeah just say 'you look amazing.'' To her. Just don't do that laugh Nate found annoying. Andy reminded herself, she had no idea what was going to fly out of her mouth. An inherited Sachs trait.
''Hi.'' Miranda turned and met Andy's eyes.
Blurting out. ''You look amazing.'' Andy felt like dying because instead of shutting up, she continued. ''You're pretty beautiful always.''
So begins the laugh, Andy was starting it, laughing nervously at nothing. Was she this rusty at flirting? Or this bad at it.
Pull yourself together Andy. Say something else. Anything. Tell her you love her eyes. Honestly she had talked to dictators more garrulously.
Indicating Miranda's dress. ''It's lovely. It's a …'' Andy had no idea what designer created it but Miranda looked beautiful wearing it. For all she knew The Mayor's wife could have sewn it.
Miranda looked down at it. Glad Nigel's little black dress was having the desired effect, making Andrea into a tongue tied wreck. Smiling a little slyly. ''It's from the Closet, the dress is Valentino. Andrea.'' It was a bit Fellini and Sophia Loren in Houseboat as Nigel gushed.
'' I know that.'' Andy so did not know that. ''The cut. The fit is so forming nicely on you.''
Great Sachs now you're staring and checking out her breasts and Miranda will think you're a pervert. Berating herself for admiring Miranda's v of her dress. Andy lifted her eyes back into sparkling blue.
Blue that read her so perfectly.
Were her ears red?
''I'm surprised you've become less ignorant about fashion. Andrea. My some pieces of Runway rubbed off.'' Her voice almost lightly teased her.
Miranda in all her years of dating and later husbands was never unsure as she was in this moment. Had Andrea just checked her out? Saw she had. How had she missed this before?
''It's sewn by this charming lady at Valentino, she's eighty doesn't speak a word of English, this lace is very delicate, it sewn on you to accentuate the shape, how it clings to you.'' running her fingers along the lace.
Miranda's breath hitched at Andy's palm.
Felt Andy's hand touch her gently. Held there to her waist. Clasped to
To Andy, Miranda could wear a brown paper bag or burlap sack and Andy would still be rendered speechless in liking her in it.
''It's not the dress I really like though.''
Miranda gave a slight narrowing purse of lips. So Sachs didn't like it. Crossly narrowing her eyes at Andy. Why had she bothered to come?
''I can't do this.''
Miranda was deciding she was leaving. Clutching her evening bag. This was a mistake. What on earth was she thinking? Wanting to go to bed with Andrea tonight.
Turning her heel.
Andy caught her wrist. '' Can't do what? Don't leave. Miranda. Please. Stay.''
Andy was staring into blue eyes. ''If it's my family I apologise. I'm sorry for anything they've said or done.''
If Yiayia had handed her dentures to Miranda.
Miranda couldn't just come to this party for her and just leave suddenly.
Stilling at Andy's plea.
Shaking her head to Andy conveying it's not your family as Miranda took another glass of ouzo from a tray passing her. ''Oh no. They're all very vibrant.'' Schooling her features as she saw one person dancing on a table wearing a flag and one throwing a plate. ''Most lively.''
''Fine I'll stay.'' Saw Andrea's face beam.
Andy watched Miranda swallow her glass quickly.
''If that's your first ouzo, its strong Miranda.''
Arching a brow at Andrea scolding her.
''This is my third.''
Andy's eyes widened at that declaration. Ouzo could make someone more than tipsy. It was very potent, you had to eat with it. Uncle Ian's starchy parents had indulged a bit too much one time. Learned the hard way. The hangover had been monstrous.
''So you don't like my dress much?'' Feeling a buzz of that clear liquid warming her.
Brown eyes ran along Miranda's figure. ''Oh no I like it. A lot…in all honesty, you'd be beautiful without the dress. On.'' Miranda's brows shot up, at Andy's words.
''Do you?''
Had she really said that outloud? Right in this moment, Andy just wanted a great big hole to open up and swallow her.
''Not that I'm visualizing you naked.'' Although… Andy was. Had. Imagined that. Often. Andy wanted to smack her head against a nearest wall at actually saying it to Miranda. Babbling on more. Think of Miranda clothed. Only clothed. Andy's face flushed. Do not look further down even though all of Miranda is fantastic wrapped up in that dress.
'' Miranda to me, you look beautiful in or out of it.'' Andy winced, this was as bad as when Andy tried to present her paper in Mrs Gummer's high school class on the book 'Bridges of Madison County'. Andy had blurted out how she loved her eyes.
Mrs Gummer even teaching Julia Child's recipes in home ec made Andy say anything.
Andy's mouth presently didn't seem to stop. '' What I meant to say… you in fleece or jeans yup denim, you'd be reliably covered but still beautiful.''
Miranda took pity on Andy fumbling for words. Pressing her soft rouged mouth to Andy's blushing cheekbone. ''I'm flattered Andy. Also I believe.'' Blue eyes sensually ran down Andy's own figure.
'' Ditto.''
Searching Andy's eyes softly.
Pressed close, so Andy only heard her, brushing her earlobe almost nuzzled. ''I suppose we'll have to research this belief of yours. First hand. In said dress or out.'' Her bright eyes naughty.
Andy blinked. Miranda just said her name.
Andy.
In all this time she'd never said it.
She'd finally said it. It sounded sexy and husky said like that by her and as if, it was always meant to be uttered from her lips.
Never in Andy's wildest dreams would she ever imagine her standing next to all her embarrassing pictures with Miranda Priestly calling her Andy and flirting with her.
Miranda's hand motioned to the photos. ''Most thematically interesting.'' Staring at the Goth one of Andy with black eyeliner.
'' Thematic yeah I bet you were more than magnificently sophisticated and alluring in yours, I think you might have been a cheerleader and homecoming queen.''
''Hardly. I wore glasses and wasn't close to alluring or magnificently sophisticated yet.'' Conspiringly ''I even flunked a class or two. Classmates wouldn't even talk to me.''
Andy's eyes sparkled. Fake gasping. Andy brows knitted seriously. ''No. I would have though.'' Held Miranda's eyes meaningfully. ''Talked to you.''
''You would?''
''Yeah.''
Miranda's mouth reminded Andy of a rosebud. They were meant to be kissed lips even if she'd seen all of Andy's most embarrassing pictures. Glistening from the ouzo.
''Andy about my offer of just friends.'' Running her fingertip across her glass rim. Miranda took a breath. Hoped Cassidy was right about feelings for her. Miranda lived on hope.
''I don't want to be just friends anymore…I'm sorry.''
Saw Andy's face fall, hurt. ''Okay?''
Lent into Andy. ''No. I want us...you and I to be more than friends. If you want to develop what we sort of have?'' Miranda swallowed. Needed another of that liquorice drink.
''We could try this? Us?''
Andy just looked at her unreadable. ''We could have coffee or lunch again or dinner? I realize I come with teenagers and a sick child. We don't know each other well.''
Why did she have to make this sound like a merger? Miranda shook her head, she'd made it sound like she should have Emily book a meeting room for them to flesh this out. Blamed her ex-husbands and relying on her Ice Queen shield.
Andy Sachs had chipped it away little by little with her burnished warmth.
''Do you want this?'' Miranda hopefully asked.
Andy digested Miranda's words silently.
Tracing Andy's cheekbone with her fingertip, ''The Andy Sachs I hired was once reckless and would have jumped at anything thrown at her. Are you no longer that Andy? Reckless and impulsive. Would you take a chance on me? If you'll have me…Andy? Say something?''
Andy remained quiet.
Maybe she'd read Andy all wrong. Miranda bit her lower lip. Turning away. ''I have my answer. I brought you a gift. It's there… I have to go.''
Miranda felt numb, she had never taken a risk like this with anyone. Andy held her heart in her hands.
It now felt like Andy ripped her heart out.
She was so stupid and so was stupid silent Andy Sachs.
Stopped from dialling Roy by a hand.
Turning back to Sachs. Mad at her.
Pulled by her arm to the coat check. Felt Andy's mouth press to hers hard with ache. Lust. Want. Most of all with her answer.
Fingers gripped her Valentino attired waist. Kissing her hard as Andy furtively slowed it to become more tender and languid. Tasting Andy's mouth with the same rhythm. Pressing her forehead to hers as Andy's mouth broke free. '' Yes. To all of it.''
Held to in a closet. Andy pressed her lips to an ivory shoulder blade revealed with the lace strap falling down loose. Stroking black leavers' lace to her.
Miranda responded pressing her pink lips to Andy's fully. Her figure met Andy's in the dark.
Heard them looking for her. ''Doug look for Andy will you?''
Doug had a hunch, he'd seen Andy squiring a certain white haired beauty to the coat check with a certain glint of sex in her eyes.
''Doug find Andy. Have you seen that Ms Priestly?'' Mrs Sachs sounded like she really disliked Miranda.
Doug was heard by both. ''Nope. Mrs Sachs.''
Andy placed a fingertip to her lips. Motioning to keep quiet. Sharing a silent laugh in their next kiss.
''Douglas find her. For the cake and Gus has a few surprises for Andy.''
Doug rapped on the closet door.
The cake.'' Andy grumbled despite Miranda's mouth's wet pleasurable libations.
Miranda gave a small smile as her eyes crinkled at Andy's apologetic face, kissing the side of her jaw. ''I…I have to go slice an Acropolis.''
Wordlessly Andy held blue eyes that sparkled wickedly. Hold on to heaven help you Sachs. Miranda Priestly wanted her tonight.
Meeting her family or not. Had to be the ouzo.
Andy sure as hell hoped with all her heart, it wasn't the ouzo.
Bent her head to Miranda. ''I'll be right back.'' Kissing her lightly. Miranda's eyes danced at Andy. Her Andy. Her lips met with one more kiss. ''Don't leave.'' Miranda shook her head. Never. Gave her, one more weak in the knees kiss. ''I'll be right…kissed her again. ''back.''
Patting down her wavy hair and her little black dress. Nigel was going to kill her. Slipping into the restroom. To assess what she looked like being kissed by Andy.
Miranda stared at her own reflection in the mirror, she looked thoroughly kissed by Andy, reapplying her lipstick and smoothing down her dress.
Her phone rang. Glancing down at it. Answering. ''Nigel.''
''Press one for Nigella's dating advice. Where are you?'' Nigel asked.
''I am in the bathroom.''
''So you're hiding from Six?''
Miranda hissed. ''Nigel, I am not hiding from Andy.''
''Oh Andy is it.'' Nigel teased her.
''Nigel do you think this is too sudden for us?''
''Not if you count five years' of unresolved sexual tension, between you two.''
Nigel cradled his phone as he fed his pet. Donatella the second. Just as yapping.
''Miranda did you or did you not venture out tonight with the specific purpose to seduce and get Six into bed?''
''Yes but Nigel I…I just don't want this to be like my last times, what if this turns out just like Stephen and James.'' Nigel heard Miranda's vulnerability.
''What if she's like them?''
''It won't.''
Miranda demanded. ''How do you know it won't.''
''In fairness Andy doesn't wear aftershave or need to wax a hairy back and I'm certain would never cheat on you with anyone named Jess or Amber or find a game of squash more important than you. Six is not hurtful and blind like James or Stephen.''
''Miranda please just give Six half a chance and yourself one.''
''Nigel. Andrea's name is not Six.'' Why he called continually Andrea by a number was beyond her.
''Do you want to be in Andy's life? ''
Miranda mulled this. Pondering this to herself, more than anything she wanted to try this with Andy.
''Do you want Six in yours?''
Miranda murmured softly. ''Yes I do.''
'' There's your answer. Let this happen and Miranda don't plan so much. Unless you need more of how to be slutty from Dr Nigella. Dr Ruth's lost cousin I do not want to hear from you Ms Miranda Priestly until tomorrow morning. When you will be waking up with Six.''
Ending call.
Miranda smiled, Nigel was right, she couldn't wait to wake up next to Andy.
Gorgon. Medusa. Chimera. Harpy. Miranda Priestly was all of those and more and she drank too much ouzo. Plus she was coiled so tight and was dry like toast. No honey. No jam. Toula didn't think this but Andy's Mom sure did. Next chance she got making sure Miranda Priestly was to stay away from Andy.
Saw Miranda join the party after the speech.
Andy was still chalk white at what her Gramps had given her. Passed onto her. Knew what it meant. Heaped on expectations. Tucking it into her pocket. Not tonight. Tonight was Miranda.
Saw her.
Andy made her way over to her silver haired
Felt a hand clasp her to Andy's body. ''Hi.''
''Come with me.''
''Very well.'' Guided by Andy.
Doug caught Andy's eye. Blocking Mrs Sachs way. ''Have I told you how gorgeous your hair is Mrs Sachs? I betcha Mr Sachs is one lucky man. Have you seen that new film Second Best Marigold Hotel?''
Slipping away with Miranda before her Mom could reach them.
Walking arm in arm in the back garden with twinkling lights, offering her jacket to Miranda. Put around her shoulders.
Staring at the stars. Watching Miranda looking up. Andy leaned closer into her. ''What? Tell me.''
Blue eyes met Andy's ''my mother and I use to watch stars and would tell me, that the only person good enough for you Mir would "scoop the stars out of the sky with a hat and lay them at your feet. It's silly. Isn't it?''
Andy shook her head seriously. ''No not all.'' At least Andy didn't laugh about it. Fiddling her fingers in Andy's jacket, not knowing how to take her golden cognac eyes with such intensity at her.
''What's this.'' Felt it between her fingers.
In her hand. Saw a ring. A wedding ring. Andrea's name on it. Held out to Andy. ''Explain.'' Miranda feeling colder. Andréa was getting married. Was it to Douglas?
''This is a wedding ring.''
Andy groaned. ''Yes. It's a Portokalos tradition.''
''Are you engaged?''
Given an icy look of if you're getting married. Andy shook her head vehemently. ''No. It was given to me tonight. Passed onto me, to have for my future.''
Andy's Aunt Toula never wore it because Ian gave her his ring and Andy's dad slipped a diamond Tiffany onto her finger the day he proposed.
''It's nothing.''
Miranda arms crossed at Andy demanding an explanation. ''This is not nothing.''
True it was not nothing. It was a piece of Andrea's history.
'' Okay this. It's made of wood, my great great grandmother was very wealthy and from the village different suitors wanted her, her money and beauty so they brought her different gifts to make her choose them.''
''My grandfather saw her while fishing and decided to make her a gift.'' Miranda leaned against the wall. ''I love this story.'' Given a look of interrupting by Andy. ''Sorry.''
''so these other men brought her family, her worth in shipping fleets and fish…another gave fifty goats…my grandfather came to see her and presented her this. Just this.''
Prompting Andy with her own words. ''They fell in love, ran off and eloped.''
''No. She snubbed the gift and him as being to penury for her.'' Andy watched Miranda holding it still. ''My grandfather told her she'd be the last person he'd ever marry. How she was spoiled and vain. So war broke out and during the occupation she met him again. When she needed his vessel to get away. That and holding a rusty revolver to his chest brought them together.''
'' This ring is meant for who I want to be my fate.''
Miranda held the circle and then put it back in the jacket pocket. Stopped by Andy who slipped it on her finger. ''Keep it.''
Miranda and she heard a low song playing, extending her hand out. ''Dance with me.'' Andy refused at Miranda's cajoling and inveigling her.
''Miranda. I'm not that good.''
''Really Andy you're just going to let me move to this alone.'' Andy was grinning at her light playfulness to her.
Took Andy's hand. '' Andrea... I love this song.'' Pulled in close to her, both began slow dancing illuminated by the lights.
Brushing Andy's ear. ''Just feel me.''
Swaying lightly as one. Miranda pressed to Andy's frame. Felt her warmth through her shirt. Before Andy, Miranda thought romance was dead and gone. Her fingertips grazing Andy's nape as both moved intimately. Miranda leant up, her mouth brushing Andy's.
Andy was just leaning in accepting her kiss deeply.
''Mvapi! Andy Portokalos Sachs what the hell is going on.''
Andy blurted out. ''Mom. Grandma. Gramps.''
Caught sucking the lips off Miranda Priestly.
''Stay away from her, Andy. She is toxic.'' Broke apart from kissing.
'' She's using you Andy. She'll only hurt you.''
Glaring at Miranda's hand on her daughter's arm. Verbally flung a lot of Greek expressions Andy knew the gist of. Miranda was told to leave. Right now.
Miranda looked at Andy long and hard and did. Andy protested. ''Miranda no don't.''
Andy's great aunt Voula repeated what was muttered around. '' Who just said Andy is Lebanese.''
Andy ran after her.
Andy wished she could take back her family's words especially her Mom's to Miranda. Chasing after her. Andy's Mom had no right to tell her to stay away from her.
Running in heels, Andy chucked them off, barefoot, rapping on the Mercedes tinted window. Tried the door, locked.
''Miranda. Please. Open the door. You asked if I was willing to be reckless. I am.''
''Are you reckless or not Miranda Priestly?''
Unclicked as Andy slipped into it.
Wet sheen blue eyes met hers. ''Yes I want to be.''
Andy's Name Day's had always been memorable this one was like no other. Woke up lying next to Miranda.
One hand with the wooden ring on an ivory finger laying prone next to Andy. Felt a poke, squinting one eye open to Vere.
Andy was groggy and bleary with sleep, focusing on blond hair which wild and astrew, sticking up adorably wearing Thor pjs, looking over her upside down.
Mouthing a smiling. ''Hi.''
Andy's still wore her crumpled creased clothes'. Minus those expensive pinching heels. Some bag lady now had her shoes. Good riddance.
Kissing Miranda's shoulder as Andy rolled out of bed. Barefoot.
Careful not to wake Miranda.
Andy saw her phone had 25 texts from her Mom. Ignoring. Not talking to them. Not how she reacted to Miranda and her kissing last night. Mom could stew.
''You're in Mommy's bed. Why?'' Same missing nothing blue eyes like Miranda at her.
Andy blinked at Vere's question. ''Because I asked nicely.'' Whew she and Andy had slept together but not slept together.
Leaving Miranda's bedroom quietly. In the hallway Andy took Miranda's son hand. ''So Vere how about I make us breakfast. Champ.''
''Yeah.'' Tugged downstairs eagerly by Vere.
Downstairs, Andy flipped on the coffeemaker.
Pointing to one cabinet for bowls. Finding cereal with ease. Both sat down to Rice Krispy's as Vere watched her. Same stare as Miranda.
''You're Andy.'' Vere remembered her. ''Yup that's right Vere.'' Spotting the hero sleep article on the fridge with a Marvel magnet. Patricia was lying there snuffling and very disinterested in Andy.
By orange juice, Andy and Miranda's man in her life were bonding over sharks seeing in the dark which was news to Andy and Lego Star Wars. Promising they'd do a puzzle together later.
Vere helped Andy stir the batter.
''Vere.''
Caroline called out for her brother. Blue eyes grew wide at Andy. Here. ''Hi.''
Greeting her still staring at Andy. Mouthing over Vere's head to Andy. ''You stayed the night.''
Heard Cassidy who entered, grumbled her good morning, nudge with a shoulder by Car to wake up.
''Wakey, Wakey eggs and bakey.''
''Andy!'' Ploughed into with a big hug.
Cassidy was now wide awake and smug at the kitchen table that Mom listened to her advice.
Both were brimming with questions for Andy who'd made pancakes. Vere helped make them with Andy, showing off to his siblings.
Through mouthfuls. ''You told Mom you love her. When do you move in?'' Andy almost choked on her coffee. ''Slow steps guys.''
Both groaned at the doorbell ringing.
''Dad.''
Andy froze. Miranda's first husband James was on the townhouse doorstep.
''Off for the weekend at your dad's place?''
''No. Dad's getting married and Miss Number 2 wants Mom to have us be bridesmaids to bond with her.'' Vere copied his sister's puking gesture. '' Martha wants to be in Runway.''
''Oh I see.'' Andy grinned. Understanding completely. Up to speed. This Martha was a suck up.
Cassidy said her name as if she had a mouthful of marbles. ''Martha from the Taubenecks of Newport.''
Andy caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror. Running her long fingers through her thick hair. This would have to do for Martha of Newport. Going upstairs to rouse and warn Miranda with a cup of coffee to stir her dragon.
''Can you guys stall.'' Cassidy eagerly accepted. She'd happily bore Dad and Martha with everything she'd done all week. The more mundane the better.
Andy stirred Miranda who groaned, blinking her reluctant blue eyes awake to Andy.
''Good Morning.'' Huskily said this. Focusing on Andy's smile. Coming to her what happened last night. ''I am so sorry. Over what happened, it's my fault.''
Andy kissed her palm. ''Don't be.'' Andy's grandparents' reaction of them kissing and nasty words Gramps said was not ruining this.
''Your mother told me to leave and stay away from you. For good. That I'm unfeeling and using you. She doesn't even know me or even like me.''
Andy shook her head at Miranda. Stroking her silvery hair. The texture soft between her fingers. ''Hey I came after you. Didn't I. Bringing shame on the family or not I am here beside you, where I belong.''
Liking the sound of that. Miranda leaned up from the sheets. Tracing Andy's lips. ''Do you want breakfast? I can make us … the girls' father's coming by.''
Andy informed. ''James. He's here. As for Vere. He and I had breakfast. We had fun.''
Mouth and words drying up as Miranda disrobed from her dress from last night, clad in only black lacy La Perla. Peering over her ivory shoulder with hints of freckles dusting her smooth skin.
Turning unclasping her bra. Andy found Miranda's wallpaper fascinating. She did not peek or leer at Miranda naked. Well maybe did a little.
''Did you? Is my kitchen still standing?'' Stepping into the shower.
''Maybe.''
Miranda had ten minutes. In said ten minutes. Wow. Black jeans and a sexy black cowl neck. Elegantly effortless.
Ten minutes with Martha, Andy felt like serving her cyanide. Martha talked down to everyone and was an insufferable pompous air horn.
Using words like jejune over her wedding planners choices of everything and pooh-poohing Bermuda as her honeymoon destination. Thinking of Mauritius but only as long as it was not near too much water.
Oh just the Indian Ocean surrounding.
Martha was starting to tick Andy off when she tapped her glass to refill and proceeded to instruct Andy on how she wanted her drink prepared.
Who knew ice cubes and a lemon slice had to be so particular from Miss Country Club Picky.
Presuming Andy was help by the bare feet. Andy padded to the kitchen, catching Miranda's apologetic eye. Miranda noticed Andy's tattoo on her sole. Given a saucy look only Miranda caught.
Andy slipped into the kitchen to crush ice, eyeing if she'd get Patricia to chew it.
''Is she this little one's nanny?'' Martha asked.
''That's Andy she asked nicely to be in Mommy's bed.'' Vere blurted out.
Martha Taubenecks of Newport didn't quite know what to say to that and almost choked on her without ice lemon soda water.
Author's Note: A massive thank you to Noddybobble, Chaotic Blue, Evil Angel26, Night wing, CharlotteMc, Fann, Moonlight, Kcn, Perks321, Jeep28, Bleustate, Awayfan, jh728, Cstotts1, Assiralcclaire and Tanama30 to all guests for all your reviews.
