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"You look beautiful."

Leaning in, Brad pressed a kiss on her smile.

They were on their way to a benefit hosted by the New Yorker, a special remembrance of E.B. White.
Outside, the rain dribbled, rushing droplets of water down the window.

Andy reached across the seat to graze his hand as Brad checked his phone. She was at a good place, she had decided a few months ago. She would like to think that Miranda had not had such a huge influence on her after all. This was almost like dating Nate again.

They were not officially living together, but Brad was staying over for most nights, as he had a roommate. He has a little section in the closet where he keeps his prestigious tie collection. Something Andy had winced at, as anything fashion related made her heart twitch a little.

On cold mornings, Brad would wake up earlier than usual and greet Andy with a hot cup of coffee. When it rained and she didn't have an umbrella, Brad would make sure to pick Andy up, no matter how late she worked. He'd whisper sweet nothings in her ear when they made love, and he was ever so gentle.

She could be in love.

This could be love.

Snapping out of the moment, Andy realized that frowns lined his face and he held her hand a little tighter than before.

"What's wrong?"

"Um…" He licked his lip, still staring at his phone.

"Yes?"

Scratching his stubbles and turning to look Andy in her eyes, he sighed,
"Miranda Priestly is going to make a.. uh surprise appearance."

"What?" Something deep stirred within her chest, and she could barely even breath properly.

"Yeah, Jake just texted me… she's already there."

Squeezing her hand a little harder, Brad continued,
"Apparently she's a very good friend of the CEO and decided to 'drop by'."

Andy couldn't control her gasp and pushed a wet weight down her throat.

"You gonna be ok?"

"I don't know." There was the danger of tears pooling from her eyes, so she looked out the window.

"Hey… hey." Sliding across the seats, Brad gently turned her cheek towards him.

"I'll be there for you. Just take your time with her, ok? Sort everything out, once and for all."

"No, I'm not talking to her."

When the couple arrived, Andy was delighted to find Miranda absent, at least for now.
Mingling with the crowd, making small talks and drinking a little more than she usually does, Andy failed miserably to put Miranda out of her mind.
There was an unmistaken sense of humiliation. Miranda had slept with her and dumped her. Period. She didn't know why Miranda had tried to call her after, but surely she had nothing important to say if she gave up after a week.

Then, at around 9:30, the crowd began to stir, making way for someone. Andy knew who it was, so she walked in the opposite direction, hoping to find Brad.

It didn't help that people were all gushing about Miranda's dress, a tightly fitted Diane Von Furstenberg.

Just as she decided that she couldn't take this anymore and gulped down another drink, as she stood alone on the balcony. She heard a voice behind her call her name, in a familiar, yet heartbreaking way.

"Andréa."

Closing her eyes before she turned, she donned her armour, ready to face the biggest nightmare.

"Miranda. You look very nice tonight. But I'm afraid I was just about to leave. Goodbye."

Turning on her heels, she stepped away from Miranda and bolted for the door back into the party. Back to Brad. Back to her normal life.

But Miranda grabbed her wrist.

"We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"No, I believe I was rather rude last time we.. interacted."

Rude? Miranda uses 'rude' as the adjective to describe the way she treated Andy that ruined her life for the next year or so? Rude?

"I apologize. I never meant for it to be that way."

Chuckling, Andy shook her head, ready to leave for the second time.

"I wish for us to be friends. I'm sorry."

That was it. Tears flushed down her cheeks and with all her courage, she looked Miranda in the eye.

"Your friend, Miranda?"

"Why is that concept so hard for you to understand, Andrea?"

"Because, Miranda, that night I fell in love with you. And I never fell out of it."

Wiping her tears, she walked out, keeping as much of a composure as she could before she got to the washroom. Weeping, she felt her body lose strength as she slid down to the floor.