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Part 15

Disappointed and a little in shock from what she had just witnessed, Miranda turned back toward the front where she had left the car. She stood there mentally going over what just had happened. She had tried to get there in time to talk to Andrea, but with Irv showing up at the last minute and with the busy streets of Manhattan, she fell short. Miranda had even ran inside the restaurant hoping to see Andrea before she left, and she never ran anywhere in heels. The twins called just minutes before she arrived to let her know that they just finished with Andy and that they were wondering where she was. Missing the brunette by only seconds, she rushed to the street, where the reluctant waiter finally clued her in to where she had gone.

Standing on the busy street, Miranda frantically searched down the road, and when she didn't spot Andy anywhere she moved her search to the other side. Then suddenly she spotted her moving across the sidewalk just ahead of the large black limo. She was staring at the reason why her heart was so twisted up. Trying to swallow, trying to get her feet to move, and trying to gather a breath, she stood frozen to her spot. Just when she thought she had all three, she finally started to move and began to cross the street, when brown eyes found her blue ones.

Unbeknownst to her, she stopped in her tracks and softly smiled at the beautiful woman, who was a vision that caused her entire body to falter by just looking at her. Then Andrea's hard gaze suddenly pierced her heart, making her stomach tumble with a bout of nausea. She should have known… did she honestly think she would welcome her with open arms and a happy beautiful smile? So then why in the hell was her hand in the air waving at her like some kind of lovesick puppy?

"God," she groaned, watching as Andy arrogantly slipped on her sunglasses and disappeared in her car. She thought about rushing over and demanding that she speak with her, but this was humiliating enough, and she read the message loud and clear.

"Mom?" Came a familiar voice behind her.

Miranda felt the heat flush in her cheeks as she turned around to see Cassidy and Caroline looking at her oddly.

"Bobbsies," Miranda greeted finally after a beat.

"What are you doing out here on the street?"

"I uh," she started, and then stopped. Closing her eyes, she shook her head and tried again. "I was looking for you, actually."

Caroline slowly shook her own head. "Oh really? Cause you blew right past us in the restaurant."

Busted, Miranda cringed and rubbed her forehead. "Come on, let's get Roy here and go home."

"You wanted to see her, didn't you?" Cassidy asked, her voice a little timid. "You can tell us, Mom."

Miranda didn't want to go into this with her children, especially here on the busy street with the paparazzi close by. "I'm serious, let this go for now," she bit, and both girls knew that glare very well.

Cassidy dropped it until Roy got there with the car, but as soon as they were in the quiet confines of the backseat, she began again. "Spit it out, Mom."

"Cassidy, please, I am not in the mood," she grouched.

"Fine, but it is written all over your face."

Miranda squeezed her eyes shut behind the dark shades of her Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses and turned her head toward the window, ignoring her daughter's comment. "Did you know that Andy hasn't seen her issue of Runway?" Cassidy continued.

That got Miranda's attention. "What? Why not?" she spat, and both Cassidy and Caroline smiled.

Cassidy shrugged. "Beats me. You know what you should do?"

Miranda sighed in defeat. "No, what should I do?"

"Send her one of those special copies."

"Special copies?"

"Yes, come on; I've heard you have done that before. I mean, I think you have."

"And why would I do that?" Miranda quipped.

Cassidy's smile grew, and Caroline giggled. "Because duh Mom, you LIKE her."

Miranda felt her heart sink. Her daughters were too smart for their own damn good, but they did have a good idea. "Oh you think, huh," she went with, keeping her expression void of any emotions.

"Look at this," Caroline said, changing the subject. She held out her phone for her mother to see. Miranda had to pull off her sunglasses so she could see the picture on her daughter's screen better.

The image was of Andrea with her arms around each of her daughters. It really was a striking picture of them, and once again she found her fingernail tracing the area of Andrea's face. "Very beautiful," she said quietly.

Shocked, both Caroline and Cassidy stared at her, not even sure that they have ever witnessed their mother like this. "Go after her Mom; talk to her."

Not even sure which of the twins had made that comment Miranda didn't lift her gaze from the picture on Caroline's phone. "That's not possible," she muttered flatly. "She doesn't even want to see me, let alone talk to me."

"Have you even tried?"

Miranda snorted softly, and her Bobbsies were right… she really hadn't tried. "Let's have dinner; you leave that to me." She smiled at them, and then carefully handed Caroline her phone back. "But I will give you this; you did give me a great idea."

Miranda only could laugh when their daughters high fived each other.

….

Jolene cleared her throat. "Would you like me to get you something to eat?" she asked, still looking down at her phone.

Andy shook her head. "I'm not hungry." At that point, she expected Jolene to tell her she needed to eat. She didn't even want pizza, and that in itself pissed her off. Damn Miranda…what the hell did you do to me? Andy had been fine, at least that was what she had been telling herself, and then she had seen her on the street yesterday. Now she was still beside herself, and literally annoyed by her former employer.

However, even as she sipped on the herbal tea she selected, she noticed it didn't taste as it should, and she wrinkled her nose after sipping it. She growled, placing it ahead of her as she laid her head back against her hair and makeup chair.

Andy's eyes had just slipped shut when she heard a knock on the dressing room door. Jolene opened the door, and a man walked in carrying a very huge bouquet of the most beautiful large stem red roses she had ever seen, followed by another man holding an ivory box with a matching red bow.

"Delivery for a Ms. Sachs."

"That would be me," Andy sighed, and Jolene quickly signed it.

Andy finally became aware of the scrutiny and realized then that one of the two men had not left yet. She lifted her eyes, meeting his gaze squarely. "You can leave now!"

"I cannot, not until I receive an answer from you," the man responded directly.

Letting out an exasperated groan, Andy lolled her head back in her chair. "God, what the hell is this about?"

The man swallowed, and then nodded regretfully. "I am sorry, but I was left with explicit instructions."

"Okay," Andy drawled, and then suddenly a thought occurred to her. "Wait a second; how in the hell did you get in here?"

"I had a pass." He handed it to her and watched how her eyebrow arched irately as she gazed down at the form. It still didn't make a whole lot of sense to her, so she decided to get up and open the box. She was about to lift the bow when she noticed the card.

As soon as she cleared the envelope the handwriting on the card was so familiar that it made her breath catch and her heart rate accelerate at an aching speed. She automatically raised a hand to it, and tried to rub the pain away.

Andrea,

I wanted you to have the number 1 print of the very beautiful issue that you graciously did for us. It turned out better than even I could have ever expected. I want to thank you again for it, and for letting us be the one to give you your very first interview. It meant a lot to everyone here at Runway, and especially to me. I would really appreciate a moment of your time so I could thank you properly, among other things. I know you are busy, but please accept a dinner invitation with me as soon as you are available.

Please inform the messenger what you decide.

Miranda

Andy clenched her teeth together and her mind quickly went to wondering what Miranda was up to. Instantly she crumpled up the card in her hand as she glared at the beautiful flowers. "What the hell," she uttered under her breath.

"You okay?" Jolene asked, noticing how distraught Andy was.

Andy just pushed past her assistant to where the man waited. "Tell her to fuck off and leave me alone." She turned back and took her spot in the chair, then noticed the man starting to leave. "Hey where are you going?" she snapped.

The man gulped and turned back toward her. "Excuse me?"

"Take that shit with you, and make sure she gets them."

The man gathered the roses, but was having a hard time trying to get the box in his hand, since his partner had left.

Andy groaned and yanked the box from his grip before he dropped it. "This is mine," she spat, taking the ivory box from the man. "But take the flowers back to her."

The man nodded and quickly left. Jolene's lips pursed and her eyes were wide in shock at seeing her boss act that way.

Andy only groaned again. "Don't you dare. I meant it I will fucking fire you!"

Jolene had never seen Andy in such a mood before now, and this time she really knew her job was on the line, so she didn't say one damn word.

….

Miranda felt the melancholy in her chest, and no matter how hard she tried to drown herself in work, her thoughts seemed to fall upon that certain someone. She couldn't help but wonder if Andrea had received her gift, and was anxious to find out if she would accept her dinner invitation. Just as a smile fell across her lips, a man with a large arrangement of roses walked into her office. Dread filled her heart as the man she hired shook his head at her.

"She said um… no," his terrified eyes were downcast.

"Oh?"

The man swallowed and instantly Miranda knew that Andrea had said more than that. "I see," she muttered, and the man hadn't left yet, so she rolled her eyes. "That's all."

Moments later Nigel came strutting into her office and blinked when he saw the gorgeous flowers on her desk. "Oh I see someone got flowers; they are beautiful, Miranda. So who is the lucky man?" he teased.

Miranda tossed him a death glare and it made him have trouble swallowing. "They aren't for me," she fired angrily.

Nigel's teeth showed in a cringe. "Oh," was all he dared to say and as he came closer, he notice the card with Andrea's name on it. Oh shit, this isn't good at all.

Miranda rocked back into the chair and collapsed both hands over her face. "I tried Nigel; she hates me," she mumbled into her hands. "And she should, with what I did to her…. what the hell did I expect?"

"Did you really try to get back in her good gracious with measly flowers?"

Her hands fell away from her face and she stared at him with an unusual expression. "Not just flowers, I sent her a copy of Runway." She noticed that he was going to cut her off with an obnoxious comment, so she held up her hand to stop him. "The first print… issue number 1."

Immediately Nigel's brows rose in surprise. There were only two other people that had ever been given a number 1 issue of Runway, and one of them was no other than Princess Dianna. This was huge, and he knew what hoops Miranda had to go thorough to do that.

"Oh well uh, that's….wow," he managed to utter. He saw the sadness crease around Miranda's eyes and sighed. "Did she send it back too?"

Miranda slowly shook her head, and Nigel sort of smiled. "Well that's a start," he tried.

"She probably tossed it into the trash," she said, feeling hopeless.

"I seriously doubt that Six would do that," he replied honestly.

"I should just …" Before she could finish that thought, Nigel interrupted her.

"I have an idea," he grinned. "I'll let you know everything by tomorrow," he said, and then was out of her office before she could even give him an answer.

Miranda sighed, and even though she desperately wanted to rest her tired head on her desk like she was back in third grade and take a nap, she didn't. Instead she went with the next best thing since she never drank at work. "Emily!" she hollered.

"Yes Miranda," Emily answered, as soon as she was inside Miranda's office.

She pointed to the flowers on her desk. "Get rid of those…that's all."

…..

Andrea finished the day's shooting schedule, and she almost thought she was about to get fired due to spacing out during scenes. Her head was in the clouds, and she knew that she needed to get her shit together and get Miranda out of her mind. She flopped down on the sofa in her dressing room, too tired at the moment to move. She desperately tried not to think about what Miranda was up to, and why on earth she would even want to have dinner with her. It just didn't make any sense, so she grabbed her phone and was about to call her and ask 'what the hell?' She quickly came to her senses…She hurt me…she kicked me out of her bed, out of her room. Told me that night was a mistake and lied to me, and got my hopes up. No no, no more…she will only do it again.

Fighting back tears, she didn't really think and just went to her contact list and ran a finger over Miranda's personal cell phone number. Pressing down, she selected the option to block the number from calling her, and then on impulse she quickly deleted it from her phone. She never wanted to be tempted to call that woman ever again. She blew out a breath and stood to leave when her phone started to ring. Recognizing the number, she smiled. "Hello," she replied simply.

"Ah chéri Andrea…I am so glad that you answered. I am in town and how about we get ourselves a little eaten…I mean dinner?"

Andrea giggled, listening to the other woman's take on English. "I would love that," she answered, and really was happy to go do something and get her mind away from her ex-boss.

"Oh good, so can you be ready soon? Or would another night be better?"

"Tonight would be great."

"Good good, I will pick you up say….. in an hour?"

"I will be ready," Andy voiced. "Here let me give you the address to my apartment."

…..

Andy glanced up at the sound of her downstairs door being rang. "Oh," she said, and ran across the apartment to answer it. "Hi, I'll be right down."

"I can come up to get you Andrea."

A smile graced Andy's lips. "That's ok, I'm ready I will be right there."

Miranda was on her way home from work, and once again she fretted with seeing another image of a woman that looked just like Andrea. "Damn it," she hissed quietly. She tore her eyes away, only to come back to the girl on the street she was looking at seconds before. Her forehead creased as she narrowed in. "No fucking way," she muttered.

She blinked and blinked again once she spotted the one person in her life that she utterly could not stand was there on the street as well. "What the hell? Why is she here?" Then as she gazed at the bitch woman walking toward the mystery woman she finally realized that it was indeed Andrea… her Andrea… there on the street with the other woman. Then suddenly they were embracing and those weren't air kisses to her cheek, they were honest to god real.

Fists clenched, all Miranda could do was stare, unaware of the tears falling down her cheeks. She noticed the happy smile on the younger woman's perfect pouty lips, and she could tell from the body language that the fucking bitch must have paid her compliment. Then a third fucking kiss to her lips, it was chaste, but it killed Miranda to see it. "This isn't happening, this isn't real….it' s all a bad bad dreadful dream," she huffed, ignoring the tightness in her chest that let her know it wasn't a dream….it was very very real.

The car slowed and she watched as her nemesis opened the car door for her Andrea and then gradually followed her into the vehicle. She desperately wanted to tell Roy to follow that car and find out where they were going…but then again, what right did she have?