I do not own DWP I am just using the characters for inspiration.
The first day back at Runway was like living in a tornado. Miranda stepped off the elevator spouting orders faster than John could even think.
As they passed his desk Miranda dismissed him. "That's all. Did she forget I was back today? Coffee."
Miranda sat in her chair and turned it to the window, took a deep breath, and smiled. God it was good to be back home. Her phone pinged, a text. "Be nice to the assistants." It was from Andrea.
Miranda laughed, and returned a text, "I love you too."
"Nigel." Miranda requested as the second assistant almost toppled Miranda's coffee on her. Miranda gave her one of her best glares. "How many times do I have to ask for the information on the celebration party?"
Nigel wondered in, "Well look at you. Don't you look rested and energized?" Nigel grinned.
Miranda looked up over her glasses. "The Book goes to print tomorrow is it ready?"
"O.K. right to work." Nigel laid the mock-up on Miranda's desk. "Take a look." Nigel sat in the empty chair opposite Miranda and waited.
Miranda ran her pen across her lips as she flipped through the pages. Nigel was amazed at what he saw. She was radiant, glowing, relaxed. He could not remember the last time he had seen her this way. Had it been the vacation, Six, or maybe both?
"I like what you did on page twelve. Whose idea was it?" Miranda questioned.
Nigel jerked. "Uhm …"
"I am sorry did I wake you from a long winters nap?" Miranda enquired.
Nigel got back on track, "No Miranda, I came up with the idea and Emily ran with it."
"Very good." Miranda continued to look through The Book. "I would like to see the proofs for this page. You must have a better picture for it." Nigel pulled the page from the pile he had brought with him. Miranda perused the spread sheet. She tapped her pen on one of the pictures. "This one, the light shows off the belt better." Nigel took a look and nodded. Miranda's skin shimmered, and her lips were relaxed and full. "I am impressed Nigel." Nigel jumped again. "Good god Nigel did you not sleep last night?" She went to take a drink of her coffee, she almost choked, ice-cold. "Coffee." Nigel turned as he saw the second assistant get up and run. "Well?"
Nigel turned. "Uhm … excuse me?"
Miranda took a deep breath and huffed. "Nigel."
"Sorry Miranda, I just uhm … I just cannot get over the change in you." Nigel shrugged.
"Yes, well." There was a pause. "I want to discuss the December issue. I want to do a wedding issue. Valentino, Vera, maybe even one of Stella's. I thought maybe Andréa and Emily could be two of the models." Miranda continued.
Nigel had to laugh to himself. Always the professional she was. Nigel shook his head. "Are you sure Six will want you to see her in a wedding dress before the big day?" Nigel questioned.
Miranda thought for a minute. That was ridiculous, Andrea would not be wearing her wedding dress. She put the thought out of her mind. "Andréa's parents are coming to me … New York in a couple of weeks. They will only be here for a week. I would like you to take over that week once again. Andrea will need all the support I can give her." Nigel was smiling, he rubbed his hand over his bald head. Miranda looked at Nigel and arched an eyebrow. "I am only giving her to you for one week. I am still Editor in Chief."
Nigel laughed and shook his head. "It's not about Runway. You have finally fallen head over heels in love."
Miranda exposed a small lively smile. "Yes, so it seems."
"I am happy for you Miranda." Nigel smiled to himself.
Miranda arched an eyebrow, "The December issue."
Nigel jumped again. "Yes, yes Miranda. I will start working on it right away. How about a wedding in the snow in Central Park."
Miranda looked up. "Doable."
"Have you and Six set a date yet?" Nigel questioned.
Miranda looked at Nigel. She had never thought about it. Her other weddings just seemed to have happened. She hired someone, showed up for fittings, and the day of the wedding. The most planning she had ever done was for her wedding with the twin's Father. She did not even know what kind of wedding Andréa wanted. Then again what did she want? She did not know. She was not use to this. Wanting to be so involved with it all. Once again she felt out of control.
"That's all. Where is my coffee?" Miranda scowled.
The second assistant almost ran right into Nigel as he left the inner sanctum. After Nigel left Miranda texted him that Andréa and Bonnie would need dresses for the party Saturday night. With the talk about the wedding Miranda had forgotten to discuss this with him.