Hi guys. I'm very aware it's been 3 years since I started this story and I'm not even the same person that I am when I started this story. I don't know if that will change the story in a bad way or a good way, but I've always wanted to finish this fic, and hopefully I will. Thank you for all of your love and support, it means a lot to me. Please keep on commenting, for the good and the bad. Lots of love, A

When Andy woke up, the first thought she had was why anyone would bother decorating their ceiling. Wallpapers made sense, but why the top of a room? Why the delicate patterns and perfection? Then she realized that those questions were rather obvious, because it looked good when it's decorated? Why else?

She remembers drifting on and off to sleep last night when Miranda grabbed her away from Tay. She remembers lying in Miranda's lap on the car ride back to her house. Oh god, what was she doing lying in the lap of something she's in love with? This is dangerous. She remembers Miranda helping her up the stairs and making her drink water and her playing with Miranda's face. Why does that sound surreal? Because Miranda actually took care of her? Of course that would sound like alternate universe, but Andy was pretty sure it happened.

Then she remembered the worst. That text she sent.

"S.O.S, someone is hitting on me instead of you."

Wow, Andy. Maybe next time don't drink that much, your emotions can't handle liquor. It could've been ambiguous though, right? She thought. Someone's hitting on me instead of hitting on you, that's a problem.

Cringing, Andy knew Miranda was too smart for that. Upset that Miranda took her away without her permission, really, but more important, Andy was confused as to why Miranda bothered showing up at all. It's not like she cared. Unless she was jealous. You don't have to care to be jealous, or territorial. Miranda Priestly is always territorial, even about things she didn't care for.

At least she was still in her dress from last night. She wouldn't know how to feel if she had gotten changed. Realizing that it was past two pm, she knew Miranda wouldn't be in the house, even though it was a Sunday. She doesn't dwell. That's what Andy loved about Miranda at one point, no dwelling, always fast-paced. It made a difference for Andy. Boys like to dwell and waste time, Nate did, and Andy hated it.

His way of life, really. How he never seemed to grow, or change, or mature. He called her "pretty" even though she was 26. He joked about fashion, because he couldn't tell apart Old Navy from Banana Republic. His best idea of a night out is with his friends from college, who, like him, were constants - people who didn't move. Andy was no longer satisfied with constants, it bored her. His niceness and lack of ambition bored her. His lack of culture became a turnoff instead of an attractive sense of nonchalance.

Miranda, on the other hand, was everything he was not. She…

Andy cut herself off because she could go on further. It would only hurt. So instead, she crawled out of the silky sheets and used the guest bathroom to look as decent as one could possibly look after having too many shots of tequila the night before.

It was almost 4pm when Andy walked out of the townhouse, trying to leave no trace that she was ever there. She hoped that Miranda would simply forget this, and then regretted hoping for that, and then continued to get confused about what she wanted.

You know your life is fucked when you don't even know what to wish for. Even if you had a chance to set everything right, you don't even know what you want.

A sandwich. That's what I want. She walked past Dean and Deluca and decided that their cold cuts would make her day a slightly better one. A panini was her go-to when she was with Brad. They had too many pickles for dinner because it went well with the sandwich and it was 5 calories per spear.

So it felt really coincidental, almost too coincidental to believe, when Andy saw Brad standing at the deli lineup, checking his phone. I was just thinking about him, how did he show up from my head to my deli line up?

Andy must have paused for too long, because he looked up, wondering who the looming shadow was, standing next to him.

"Andy! Wow, it's been a long time!"

His face lit up like a child on christmas day. His lips spread wide and his perfectly whitened teeth showing and his blue eyes curved into a smile. He always had that power on him. His smile lit up the whole world and everything around him. Andy doesn't understand how anyone could look so happy seeing an ex.

"Oh my god, Brad.. wow, you look amazing."

Shit. Maybe complimenting on his looks is not the most acceptable thing to do. But Andy couldn't help it. She was always attracted to his smile and his radiance.

"Andy you are too sweet. It's probably the haircut, I got it done today for the special occasion, haha."

Special occasion?

"Special occasion?"

There was a silence that felt like that pause when you are taking a drag.

"Yeah, gosh, Andy, I'm getting married next Sunday!"

Just like that, Andy felt her heart sink, for what reason, she could not tell.