And now, here's part two!

Enjoy, my lovies!

It has been five days since I have seen Andrea, and it has been forty-eight hours since I gave the letter to Nigel, so he could give it to Andrea. Five days of not knowing whether or not she returns my feelings; the not knowing is making my heart feel like it's being squeezed with a vice-grip. It's a feeling that I really don't care to feel and would hope to not feel for the rest of my days. Although some people might think I am, I am not being overly dramatic. In my life, I've dealt with a lot of disappointment and various things that are heartbreaking, but the amount of emotions that I am feeling towards Andrea, and not knowing what she is thinking, where she is, and whether or not she is safe... It's striking me in a way that nothing ever really has before and it is strange.

-DWP-

It's three in the morning when the security system alerts me that someone is entering the gates. The first thought that my mind goes to is that it is Andrea. If it is, I hope that we can settle whatever is between us. With hope, I believe that it will be love.

The bell rang as soon as I made it to the door. Slowly and cautiously, I opened the door. The sight that greeted my eyes was a heartbreaking one that felt like a punch to my chest. Andrea stood in front of me looking disheveled; her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, like she had been crying, and her skin was paler than it normally was. It hurt to see her like this and I knew I had to do something- anything to make her smile.

"Andrea.. please come in."

She nodded as she made her way inside. She looked kind of cold and like she needed a hot meal and a stiff drink. "Would you like something to eat or drink?"

"Both would be lovely, thank you."

Silently, I lead her into the kitchen and gestured for her to take a seat at the kitchen island. "How does soup and a scotch on the rocks sound?"

"That's fine, Miranda."

The next half hour was tense and quiet as we both ate our soup and nursed our scotch.

After putting our dishes in the dishwasher, I topped off our drinks and told her to follow me to the den.

-DWP-

As I took a sip of my scotch, I looked towards Andrea. She was spaced out and in her own little world, and I intended to bring her out of it. Unfortunately, the words out of my mouth came out rather harsh and forward. "Why did you leave me, Andrea?"

Startled, she managed to choke out words that shook me to my core. "I love you and my world is falling apart because of it."

I said nothing as I took our drinks and sat them on the coffee table in front of where we sat. Then I moved to sit next to her and pulled her into a tight embrace. We both needed the comfort it provided; especially after what has happened during the past five days. Andrea's shaky breath caressed my neck and it dampened with her tears. As her tears fell, so did mine.

"Oh, sweetheart. Why do you say that you love me, yet your world is falling apart?"

Andrea sat up and spoke softly, "Because shortly before we left for Paris, I came out to my friends and family. My dad refuses to speak to me, and I lost two of my best friends. I left a job a million girls would kill for, just because it was getting too much for me. I left the job because I love my ex-boss and I have no clue if she feels the same. I- I'm just tired and I want to be loved."

"If no one wants to support you, you have your Runway family. There's Nigel, Serena and Emily, Jocelyn, Roy, Cara, as well as Caroline and Cassidy."

"B-but what a-about you?"

"My darling girl, you will always be loved by me. I have loved you like no other and I want to do so for as long as you will let me."

Her response was to lean forward and ask if she could kiss me, and of course, my answer was a yes.

The kiss was soft and slow, everything a first kiss should be. And as cliché as it may be, sparks flew between us and it felt like I was finally whole. It was a beautiful start to something new.

And for the first time since my daughters were born, I felt genuinely happy.

That's a wrap, my friends!

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