Though Andrea had been able to find out a tiny bit more about the mystery designer, mainly where she was sourcing her material, it didn't appear to Miranda that it would be much help in discovering her identity and allow Miranda to set up an interview with her. Andrea had just shook her head a little as they parted, as if she knew that Miranda still wanted more. "I'll head over to Mood on my lunch break to see if I can dig up more information, and then get back to you."

"That would be fine," she airily replied as they stood. And before she could say another word, Andrea had leaned in and ghosted her lips against her cheek in parting. Miranda found herself a bit shocked, and so said nothing as the young woman left.

Once she was certain she was gone, Miranda lifted her hand to her cheek, trying to ignore the tingly feeling that remained from the light touch. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head a little before slowly making her way up to her bedroom. There should be no reason for Andrea's phantom touch to disturb her so, but Miranda found that the more she tried to ignore that feeling, the more she dwelt on it, which told her that it was going to be a long evening.

Stepping into her bedroom, Miranda stripped off her clothes, hanging up the suit and blouse before slipping her bra into the proper lingerie drawer and putting the underwear into a lingerie bag to be washed. Then she went into her bathroom and stepped into the shower, allowing the water to cascade down on her as she allowed her thoughts to run rampant. Though a part of her mind wanted to follow Andrea down a rabbit trail of thoughts that she didn't want, she remained focused on the fashion mystery that would soon take her world by storm. If Miranda could get the jump on that, could land an exclusive spread or interview with the designer, she would keep Runway relevant and in the mouths of everyone who was anyone in her circle.

"There seems to be a connection to the two collections, something that I can't see. I know that this is going to bother me until I find out what said connection is. This is exactly the mystery that I needed to keep my mind interested while I have to focus on the approaching demands of Fashion Week," she murmured as she washed her body. Soon enough, she was clean, and Miranda stepped out of the shower to wrap a plush bath towel around her body as she carefully brushed out her hair before starting her nightly skin care routine. There was something calming about that ritual, as it allowed Miranda to clear her mind as she took care of her skin, and then she pulled the towel off her body and dropped it into the hamper before heading back into her bedroom and dressing in her preferred silk pyjamas.

It was only as she stretched out on her bed that her mind betrayed her once more, her thoughts turning back to Andrea. It had been so good to see her once more, to see that she was clearly thriving in her new job, much though Miranda didn't think that it was quite right for a woman of her talents. Andrea should be rising through the ranks of an acclaimed newspaper, taking names and making lists of people who would be at her beck and call as she built her own empire, much as Miranda had done. That had been the plan for her, after all, if she had stayed at Runway. Miranda had recognized herself in the younger woman from the moment she had actually started caring about fashion, and had been disappointed when she had been abandoned in Paris.

Letting out a deep groan of frustration, Miranda pressed her back against the headboard of the bed and grabbed the Book, starting to look through the pages and making notes of things that would have to be fixed as soon as she came into the office the next morning. There were surprisingly few changes to make, for which she was grateful, and she was soon setting the Book aside so that she could focus on the editorial she was writing for the next edition of Runway.

After making a bit more progress on her editorial, Miranda closed the app on her tablet before setting that on top of the Book and then slipping off her reading glasses, adding them to the top of the stack before sliding down on the mattress and covering her body with the duvet. As silence descended upon the room, Miranda found her brain occupied with thoughts of Andrea and how she had been so willing to meet with her. She had expected a little more reticence on her part, since it had been so long since they had seen each other, and the rough terms that they had parted on. It was hard to get her brain to settle down into sleep, as she kept thinking about the mystery designer and Andrea, but she finally managed to slip off about an hour after she had tried to fall asleep.

Her alarm came much too early in the morning, and Miranda sat up in bed with a stretch and a groan. Sliding her feet into slippers, she went over to her vanity and took a seat. Her reflection in the mirror reflected how troubled her sleep had been, and she applied her makeup with a deft hand, hiding away the small bags beneath her eyes before stripping off her nightclothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor for her maid to deal with before dressing in something chic, something she thought Andrea would like. "You are being ridiculous," she muttered to her reflection as she ran the zipper up her back before coiffing her hair into its usual style and then picking up her tablet and The Book.

By the time she made it to the kitchen, the twins were already eating their breakfast, and she smiled at them as she poured herself a cup of coffee, sipping at it as she placed a piece of toast on her plate and took a seat at the island. "Mom, are we going to be seeing Andy around here again?" Cassidy asked excitedly, and she turned her attention to her daughter, giving her a piercing look. The only thing she received in return was a large grin, which told her that there was going to be no quarter from them that morning.

"It depends on how long this mystery goes on. I am rather hopeful that it will be somewhat short, since Fashion Week is coming up so quickly, and I want to have the exclusive scoop on who this new anonymous designer is."

"Well, some time with her is better than none," Caroline murmured, and Miranda nodded as she finished off her slice of toast and coffee. "Will you be here when we get home?"

"Most likely not, Bobbsey. There are a number of corrections to make to this month's edition, along with all the other items on my to do list. I will come see you before you go to sleep, though. All right?" The twins nodded in unison as she gathered her belongings into her purse before sailing out the door and into her waiting car, ready to face whatever the day might bring.