Exhibit 6

"Is that Andy over there? With that little curly haired boy?" I inquired, slyly pointing in the direction of the silky, long-haired brunette.

"Um…" It took Caroline several minutes to realize where I was pointing, but once her eyes landed on the woman she nearly jumped in her seat. "Oh my God, it is!"

"Are you sure?" I frowned. "Why is she here? In Boston?"

"I have no idea." Caroline shrugged, and then turned back to me. "Wanna find out?"

"No," I knew that gleam in my sister's eye all too well. But before I could protest further, she was out of her seat and across the room in a second. I watched from my spot at the table as Andy looked up from the coloring book she'd been coloring in with her son to find my sister hovering over her.

I rolled my eyes and quickly darted up and over to my sister's side. "Hey," I shyly smiled at Andy. It really was Andy.

"Hi, Cassidy." She smiled at me, and then seemed to glance behind my sister and me, as if she were looking for someone else. "Is your mother with you?" She asked, quickly trying to act as if she hadn't been looking for her.

"No, she's in LA." Caroline explained, giving in to her urge to touch Max's crazy curly hair. He grinned up at her and extended a crayon in her direction.

Andy laughed, "I think he wants you to color with him."

"Oh, do you, Max?" Caroline grinned and leant over to color in a heart. When she was finished Max clapped his hands together and tried to hand her another crayon.

"I don't think Caroline wants to color anymore." Andy quickly adverted Max's attention away from making my sister color.

I laughed, and then, noticing that Andy was looking at her son, studied her face. She seemed…empty, perhaps disappointed. Had she wanted to see my mother here?

"So why are you here?" I asked, catching her attention.

"Oh," she seemed caught off-guard. "Well, Max's father, Nate, works here as the Assistant Head Chef." She announced proudly, and it was then that I noticed the gorgeous silver-band around her left-hand ring-finger.

"Oh, I didn't know you were married." I casually stated.

But Andy was quick to right my wrong statement. "No, no…we're not married. Yet." She nervously twirled the ring around her finger.

"Oh…" I looked at her again. She had so quickly denied the possibility of marriage to this man whom had, clearly, been around for the past three years. I wondered why they were even still toying with the idea of a marriage.

"Well I mean, we plan on it eventually, but…I mean he lives here for now, so…" she was trying to cover for herself, but it wasn't working.

"No, I see…" I nodded.

And as if the situation couldn't become more awkward, I felt a presence behind me and turned to find an attractive young man with curly brown hair that matched Max's and I knew that this man was Nate.

"Hello, baby," he swooped down to press a kiss to Andy's cheek and I could see her visibly wince at the contact. No, she was definitely not in love with this man.

"Hey, Nate." She quickly replaced her grimace with a smile and turned to us.

As Nate ran his hands through his son's hair, pulling him up into his arms, he turned to look from Andy to us, seemingly inquiring who we were with his eyes.

"Oh, this is Caroline and this is Cassidy." She pointed as she introduced. I was, and had always been, in awe of her ability to tell Caroline and me apart. Only our mother seemed to be able to do that, or had been the only one until Andy had entered the picture as our mother's assistant. She had taken it to heart that she must know everyone.

"Hello," Nate stuck out his large, strong hand for us to shake. "Nice to meet you."

We mumbled our 'hello's' back at him.

"So how is it that you know these two lovely ladies?" Nate looked rather skeptically from us to Andy.

"I um…" Andy didn't look like she wanted to say how she knew us. And I assumed that my mother had done some damage to their relationship if Andy had been with this Nate fellow while working at Runway. I was also certain that she did not want to link us to our mother, and so I cut in.

"We're Richard van Ziegler's daughters." I announced, glancing over at Andy briefly enough to see the surprise and confusion spread across her face.

"As in the Richard van Ziegler? The man who owns this restaurant?" Nate could not believe it.

Caroline and I nodded.

"Wow," Nate looked surprised.

As did Andy. She looked quite confused, as if Nate should recognize us for being Miranda Priestly's daughter's, not his boss'.

"Yeah, we just noticed how incredibly cute your son was, and had to stop by and say 'hi'." Caroline picked up on the game and joined in. I was relieved.

"Oh, well thanks." Nate grinned down at his son. "Say 'hi' to your dad for me." He set his son down and then kissed Andy, awkwardly, again before announcing he had to get back to the kitchen.

Andy was looking right at me as soon as he parted. "I was going to tell him who you really were." She shrugged, sipping her water.

"It's all right. We really are Richard's daughters." Caroline grinned.

"Oh," Andy's eyebrows rose. "Well…I still…I mean…"

"I'm sure he hated us for making you do all of our school projects and stuff back when you worked for mom, so I figured we'd start anew." I reassured her.

She nodded, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Well, thank you."

"No problem." Caroline shrugged.

My sister gave me a weird look and I smiled sweetly at Andy, "well nice to see you, again. Have a good night."

"All right, you too. Oh, and Cassidy," she quickly grabbed my attention before my sister and I could make our escape. "Thank you for the pictures. They really were wonderful."

I smiled again, "you're welcome." And as I turned and walked away, I noticed a sad expression settle on her perfectly beautiful face.

Why was she so discontent with her life? She had a kid, a fiancé…what more could she possibly want?

~*~

After our strange encounter with Andy Sachs, we had a fabulous meal, followed by a long, quiet ride back to Connecticut.

Once safely back inside my room, I fell peacefully to sleep, glad that the following day was Sunday. Mom would be home, and so would we.

I always looked forward to my mother's return. Even if she wasn't the easiest person to deal with, there was something about her presence that put me at ease…just having her near was a comfort and I hated when she went away on long weekends or even weeks, like this. I felt almost empty without her around. Dad's house was odd without her presence. I supposed that was why I never really liked going with him. Mom wasn't here.

And so I was more than ready to load up once again and head back to New York on Sunday afternoon. I had missed Patricia and I missed my mom and I missed my house and my bed. I secretly hoped that we wouldn't have to go back to our dad's anytime soon.

And when we finally arrived back home, our mother was still absent. She had left a message saying something about a delayed plane. She had sounded agitated; I was glad I hadn't answered her phone call.

So my sister and I allowed Manuela to make us dinner, and we retreated to the media room for some Sunday night television watching.

I had no idea how many hours passed before my mother finally arrived home.

We could hear her even footsteps walking up the stairs, to her bedroom. She clearly needed some alone time before she could 'deal' with us.

She, after a short time, appeared in the media rooms' doorway. She looked refreshed, her hair damp from a quick shower, her clothes comfortable cashmeres. We raced to her, wrapping our arms around our travel-weary mother. She returned the hug and then happily took a seat on the couch between us, Patricia curling up at her feet.

"How was your father's?" She questioned, her fingers lazily stroking my long auburn hair.

"BORING." Carline and I replied simultaneously.

A bemused smile fell upon my mother's lips and she sighed, "well LA wasn't much better, I assure you."

"Oh, you'll never guess who we saw last night!" Caroline exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

Oh, no. She was going to bring up…

"Andy Sachs." Caroline yelled out before I could stop her, or my mother could even try and guess (not that she would have, but it would have been nice if she'd at least said something to stall my sister from mentioning the one person who I knew my mother didn't want to hear about. Not right now).

I watched as my mother's expression very skillfully did not change. But I saw a quick gleam in her eyes; she looked, if only for a split second, caught off-guard by the name drop. But she so quickly straightened herself out that it was not noticeable to Caroline. "You did, did you?" But it wasn't a question; she was trying to end this conversation before it began.

"She was with her son, Max. He is adorable. Isn't he, Cassidy?" Caroline was going too far.

I nodded. "Yes," I squeaked out, "very cute."

My mother shot me a quick glance.

"And her fiancé works for dad's restaurant. His name's Nate." Caroline had gone too far.

My mother hummed. She was not taking all of this information very well, in fact, if I was studying her correctly, she looked angry, upset, and…jealous?

"But they've been engaged for like three years. Who does that?" Caroline was speaking absently now, not even thinking about her words. Instead she was flipping channels on the television.

My mother appeared to be considering this information she was given. Though something told me that she already knew all of this… and for however jealous or whatever she appeared to be, she simply nodded as if she had known all along.

Caroline turned to my mother, clearly waiting for a response.

My mother actually looked flustered by this and quickly responded, "Clearly Andrea does. Now why, in the world, do you think I care about all of this?" The way my mother caressed the name Andrea drove me insane. Was it absolutely necessary to over-enunciate such a common name to make it sound uncommon?

Caroline shrugged, "I don't know. I just thought it was weird that we ran into your old assistant." And then Caroline was lost to the television once again and my mother didn't respond.

Her body, which was closely pressed to mine, had tensed up considerably since the conversation began. She stared straight ahead at the TV, but I knew she wasn't watching.

Why had she gotten so worked up about her past employee? Did she really hate her that much?