Miranda watched the television screen closely. There had only been a few glimpses of Andrea so far, but the blurb had said her segment would be next. Tuning out the commercials, Miranda wrung her hands together, adjusted the ring on her finger slightly and sighed. Her heart was pounding for her fiancee, she wanted to be there, to help her, but they had decided that it was best for Andrea to face this fear on her own.
You old fool, Miranda chided herself, We didn't decide anything... you did. You decided and Andrea went along with it, because she loves you and trusts your judgment. The program's intro music pulled her from her thoughts and Miranda again focused on the screen. Andrea looked lovely, as always, especially with her hair up like that, but knowing her fiancee as well as she did, Miranda could tell the young woman was nervous. Fretting over that, Miranda sighed and thought, I should be there with her.
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“She looks great!” Cassidy smiled at the monitor in the Green room as Andy looked into the camera.
Dorothy spoke to the women who had joined them in the room, “You did a great job.”
Serena shook her head and held up her hand, “You and your husband did most of it, I merely accentuated a few things for the camera's lighting.”
“Her hair is nice, too.” Caroline grinned at the quiet hairdresser who also waved off the compliment.
“With a neck like that, putting her hair up is a no brainer.” Turning to Andy's Mom, Terry asked, “You think maybe something like that for the wedding?”
“Mmmm...” Dorothy nodded as she peered at the screen, “Yes, but we really should wait until she chooses a dress.”
Nodding at that, Terry sat back in her seat. Serena had informed her that they were to stay with Andy until her last appearance this morning, on the View. After that they would be free to go to lunch then return to Runway for the afternoon. The picture on the screen drew her attention. Andy really was quite lovely.
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“Are you clear now on how things will work?”
Nodding, Andy wrung her hands together in her lap, “Yes, I think so, thank you for the quick orientation.”
“We're glad you could join us this morning and want you to be as comfortable as possible.”
“Thank you.” Andy tried to smile without giggling nervously. She started to run her fingers through her hair but stopped her hand before it touched the much fussed over locks. “I... um... I'm still a little nervous.”
“Don't worry, you'll do fine. Remember what we talked about?” The older woman smiled. She'd interviewed a lot of people in the years she'd been on the job and knew that Andy was more than nervous. “We'll take it slow at first...”
Nodding at that, Andy smiled tentatively and felt a little stupid, knowing she was repeating herself, “Thanks.” That was all she got to say before the stage manager cued them and they were on the air.
“For anyone who doesn't follow the fashion industry...” Diane flashed her own signature smile at the camera, as her slightly gravely voice explained the young woman's presence on the show, “Our guest, Andy Sachs, took the fashion world completely by surprise several months ago by announcing her involvement with the editor-in-chief of Runway magazine, Miranda Priestly. Good Morning, Andy, nice to have you here.”
Miranda watched the view shift to Andrea who smiled shyly. “Thank you, Diane. Good morning to you.” She watched Andy swallow nervously as the veteran reporter continued.
“The flurry of subsequent press has developed into somewhat of a 'he said, she said' argument between Miranda's ex-husband Stephen and the couple.” Diane looked at her guest and raised her eyebrows slightly, “Care to shed some light on that development?”
“Oh, sure, start with something easy...” Andy chuckled and shook her head as she drew in a deep shaky breath. She was very grateful to the woman for taking a few minutes before the interview to assure her that there wouldn't be any surprises and to give her a heads up that this question was going to be asked first. Andy had been surprised, but in a nice way, because that was the issue that she wanted to talk about, to clear up. Their personal lives weren't something she wanted to delve into to deeply. “I can't really explain what is happening with the press, it is odd to me that my life seems so interesting to people. I suppose the person they are really fascinated with is Miranda.” Andy's eyes twinkled at that though, “And I guess I can understand that.” She smiled at the camera, almost able to see Miranda rolling her eyes. “What I can't understand are Stephen's motivations for making the statements he's been feeding the press or the willingness the papers seem to have to print them. They are wild speculation on his part, at best, and I haven't read or heard one thing that he's said that has even been remotely true.” Talking about this issue was also good because it made her angry. Anger she could use, focus on, instead of the terror she felt regarding the camera.
“So the claims that your relationship with Miranda began far earlier than you are admitting to are... lies?”
“Yes,” Andy had no trouble with that, “It's a blatant lie. He can think what he wants, but Miranda and I never had any sort of physical relationship until after the infamous 'brunette' issue of Runway was published.”
“The issue that Miranda produced while under the influence of drugs.”
Andy immediately corrected the statement, “Illegally administered, several times prescription strength, drugs.”
“Yes, of course. The person responsible for that crime is in jail.”
“Yes,” Andy nodded, “Once we realized the problem, New York's finest apprehended the assailant very quickly.”
“The trial was well covered in the media.”
“Yes,” Andy licked her lips, “There were hordes of paparazzi on our doorstep the entire time...and still are actually.”
“Because of the gunman at the charity event.” Diane took a deep breath, knowing she had escaped that situation by the grace of God. She had been slated to go to the function but decided not to at the last minute.
“Actually that furor died down fairly quickly. The man was arrested, and everyone's belongings were returned.” Andy shuddered a bit at the memory, “Most of the paparazzi are just out for pictures anyway...”
“Does that bother you?”
“Doesn't it bother you?” Andy exhaled slowly and shook her head, “Not being able to go anywhere or do anything without being recognized, photographed... it's not as fun as some people might think.”
“How does Miranda feel about that?”
“Miranda... is,” Andy thought about it and decided to answer truthfully, “... used to it. She doesn't usually give the paparazzi a second thought unless they affect the girls, then she isn't happy.” Veering off the topic of Miranda, Andy took a tangent off the subject and accomplished one of her goals, “But I've also met some very nice people. There was a sweet girl from California that I met at the airport coffee shop. She recognized me from the tabloids. We spoke for a few minutes and she said her roommates would never believe that she had met me.” Grinning at the memory, Andy looked into the camera, “So, Sarah, roller coaster designer, I hope your roommates believe you now.”
Miranda chuckled and sat back in her seat, the leather creaking under her. Andrea had told her about that meeting. Loving blue eyes watched as her young fiancee calmed down and the interview continued.
“So, Miranda being happy, that's important?”
“Of course,” Andy grinned at the woman across from her, “You want to keep the people you love happy, right?”
“Yes,” Diane nodded, “Most people do.”
“Exactly,” Andy shrugged, “Miranda and I both want each other to be happy.” Andy grinned, “So much so that I have to be very careful what I say around her.”
Diane's follow up question was logical, “For example?”
“When I just mentioned that I was in the mood for some Chicago style pizza, the kind I had practically lived on during college, Miranda was ready to charter a plane and fly to Chicago to get what I wanted....” Smiling into the camera, directly at Miranda, Andy laughed, “She's like that, very romantic.”
“I've never heard that word used to describe her.” Diane kept her calm interviewer's face on. “Most of the time people describe her as tough, or intimidating... one person said she actually makes the models cry.”
“Oh yes.. that too.” Andy laughed a little, “Very intimidating, especially when she's working to pull the magazine together and always when she's evaluating your outfit.” Shifting a bit in her seat, Andy could feel Miranda watching her though the camera. “You can feel it when she does that, it's quite amazing.”
“Maybe she will come on the show sometime and demonstrate?” Diane smiled, knowing Miranda was not going to be on the show. Miranda Priestly did not do talk shows.
“I don't think we need to wait.” Andy gestured to the camera, “She's watching now.”
Miranda was amazed as dark eyes looked out from the screen directly at her and Andrea's voice flowed from the small television speakers, “What do you think, Miranda? How's Diane's outfit today?” The fashionista grunted but her focus, as well as the camera's, shifted to the morning show personality and Miranda automatically, intently, assessed the outfit.
Diane chuckled a little then her smile faded, her eyes widened, she sat a little straighter and looked at Andy with a bit of alarm on her face. “Uh...”
Andy nodded, “I know.. right?”
Swallowing hard against the odd sensation, Diane nodded and shook off the feeling. “That is, uh...”
“Mmmmm... yeah.” Andy grinned into the camera, at Miranda, “It sure is.”
“How do I know if I... passed?” Diane was shifting in her seat straightening her collar a bit.
“You did.” Andy assured the woman solemnly. “You would know if you didn't.”
“How?”
Andy couldn't contain her smile any longer, “You'd be running for your dressing room to change.”
“Ah...” Diane shook her head in amazement. “No wonder her reputation is so...”
Andy supplied the word, “Formidable.”
“Yes,” Glancing at the stage manager's raised hand, Diane smoothly transitioned, “We'll be back in a moment to continue our conversation with Andy Sachs.”
The manager's hand fell and when it was down at his side again, he called out, “And we're clear.”
Sitting back in her chair, Diane looked at her guest, “That was amazing.”
“Yeah, sorry it does get quite intense.. and you weren't even in the same room with her.” Andy grinned as her phone rang, “Excuse me.” Lifting the phone from beside her, Andy winked at her interviewer as Miranda's voice caressed her ear.
“Are you quite finished touting me as a Las Vegas lounge act?”
“I suppose so,” Licking her lips, Andy teased the woman on the phone, “Unless you want me to ask Robin to come out here.”
“You seem to be very familiar with the crew there...” Miranda ran her tongue across her teeth, “... over your stage fright are you?”
“So long as I know you're watching me, I'm fine. But Diane talked to me for a minute before we started... and,” Andy admitted, “Being angry about Stephen didn't hurt either...”
“Mmmm... just don't let her take you off the subject. Stephen's and...Christian's lies need to be refuted.”
“I know,” Andy nodded as the stage manager frantically gestured to her, “Listen, I gotta go. I love you.”
“I love you...” Miranda blinked as the silence of a disconnected call met her eardrum. “...too.” She returned her attention to the screen.
Andy slid her phone back to its spot on her seat next to her thigh as Diane spoke to the camera.
“We're talking with Andy Sachs, who shocked the fashion industry when she announced her involvement with fashion icon, the editor in chief of Runway magazine, Miranda Priestly. Can you tell us the motivation for that announcement?”
“Yes. We decided to make the announcement on our own terms, before an 'investigative' reporter discovered the situation.” Andy exhaled softly, “We knew that because of the upcoming trial for the crimes against Miranda, our lives would be scrutinized very closely. In order to minimize the sensationalistic tendency's of the press, I wrote the article myself and it ran in the paper I work for. We had informed our family and friends prior to the article's appearance.”
“Family,” Diane repeated, “Your parents?”
Andy nodded, “And the girls' father.”
“How did that go?”
“James is... supportive.” Andy licked her lips, wanting to say more but not wanting to bring too much press attention to the girls.
“And your parents? How did they take the news?”
“Not well at first, it was shocking to say the least. Better now, Mom has actually been here in New York, staying with us, for a few days. She's helping with the wedding, helping find a dress...” Andy smiled, “She's the best.”
“And your Dad?”
“I haven't spoken to my father in several weeks.” Andy ignored the pain that caused in her heart, but knew it showed on her face from the expression on Diane's. Trying to smile, Andy sounded distant, even to herself, “He needs more time.” Trying to cheer herself up, Andy looked into the camera, at Miranda, “My brother is great though, and all my friends have been there for me when I needed them.”
“And Miranda's family?”
“The girls are all for us being together.” Andy's trademarked smile appeared at the thought. “They're great.”
“She has other family...”
“Yes, she does.” A soft smile appeared at the memory of the babies. “Most of them are supportive as well.”
“So it seems the only person that is really trying to make trouble is Miranda's ex-husband and your prior...um... boyfriend?”
A wrinkle appeared on Andy's forehead, “Nate? I haven't heard from him...”
“I was referring to Christian Thompson.” Diane shook her head slightly, “He isn't your...”
“No,” Andy rolled her eyes, “Christian isn't my anything... other than a grievous miscalculation of my tolerance for French wine.”
Miranda's eyes were glued to the screen and a smirk appeared at Andrea's words, Take that you smug little... the thought didn't finish as her fiancee continued speaking.
“He was just trying to capitalize on the press' fascination with Miranda and me.” Andy shrugged, “I'm not sure that I wouldn't have done the same in his shoes.”
“I was told Miranda blacklisted him...”
“No,” Andy shook her head, “She just made it very clear that she is very unhappy with him right now... as anyone would be if someone had spread rumors like that about the person they love.”
“Of course,” Diane had to agree. No one could argue with that statement. “The real reason you agreed to appear on the show is to refute Stephen's allegations in regards to the girls' welfare.”
“The main reason yes.” Andy agreed, “Because he can say what he wants about me, and Miranda too for that matter, we are both adults and take the source into account. But his statements have begun to include the girls, and that is unacceptable.” Andy's anger burned through her nervousness, “His allegations that the girls aren't being taken care of properly are completely unwarranted and untrue. Miranda is a wonderful mother and loves her children dearly.” Andy's hands curled into fists, “And I would do anything for those girls.” She clenched her teeth and almost growled out the pronoun, “He... can't even tell them apart!” A small vibration at her thigh broke through her rant and she looked down to see the screen. The hostility drained out of her when she read the message. Letting out a slow deep breath, Andy licked her lips and relaxed her hands, “Sorry, I'm just very protective of my family.” She glanced down at the three word text again then smiled at the camera, at Miranda and mouthed, 'And I you.'
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Miranda relaxed back into her seat, as Ms. Sawyer informed the audience that the time allotted for Andrea's segment was up. The editor's eyes narrowed as the veteran reporter reached out to hold Andrea's hand, presumably to say goodbye, and summarized the conversation quite nicely; reiterating how unfounded the statements Stephen had been making to the press were and that there was no evidence whatsoever that the girls were anything other than loved and cared for properly. Even as her eyes were glued to the image of someone else holding Andrea's hand, Miranda thought, At least the message was conveyed correctly. It had been one of Andrea's great fears that her words would be somehow twisted and help Stephen's allegations rather than hindering them. Miranda wished she had been with Andrea on the show, knew she should have been there, but Andrea had done wonderfully all on her own. Miranda had known that would happen as well. Andrea can do anything. She is so remarkable. I wish she could see what I see in her. Miranda smiled as Andrea's image on the television looked straight into her heart and the joy bubbled up inside her.
“I'm going to marry her.”
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Andy was nearly bowled over as she stepped across the threshold into Good Morning America's Green Room. “Whoa!” Looking down at the girls now attached to either side of her, she automatically dropped a hand to each of their backs, “What's up?”
“You did great!” “You were awesome!”
Andy met Caroline's eyes, so like Miranda's, and smiled. “Thanks, Munchkin.” Cassidy's question transferred her attention.
“Did you mean that?” Cassidy blinked up at Andy with unmistakeable adoration, “You really don't care what the papers say about you?”
“Nope, not a bit.” Andy grinned at the girl, “But if they start printing anything about you... I'll take 'em down.”
Cassidy nodded and thought, I knew that. Her nearly Miranda-blue eyes twinkled, “Love you too, Ma.”
Dorothy stepped closer to her daughter, “You did really well.”
“Thanks, Ma.” Andy grinned as the young man behind her cleared his throat. “This guy is here to escort us to the next waiting room we need to be in, for the Regis and Kelly appearance.”
“Are you up for that Darlin'?” Pava knew that Andy had done a great job during this interview, but this was more of a 'news' show. Regis and Kelly were more sensationalistic, and Pava hoped her granddaughter knew what she was getting into. “Yeah, I think so Gram.” I hope so.
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The British woman had to pull her attention from the television screen to answer her phone.
“Emily...”
The long time assistant closed her eyes for the duration of the greeting, “Yes, Miranda?” Emily began walking across the hall to Miranda's office and her desk as Miranda issued her orders.
“Reschedule my nine a.m. appointment. There is something I need to take care of. I will be back in the office after lunch.” Even through the silence on the phone, Miranda could tell Emily wanted to protest. “I know it's an inconvenience for them and to make up for it I will concede to a breakfast meeting tomorrow, if necessary.” Not wanting to shock her assistant any more than she already had, Miranda let a bit of 'herself' slip into the conversation. “Shall I continue to do your job for you and call them myself?” She grinned as she heard Emily gasp through the speaker at her ear.
“No, Miranda... I'll call them, of course. Straight away.” The redhead ground her teeth together and tensed the muscles in her arms as the familiar 'That's all' echoed in her ear before the call was disconnected. Someone in the conference room was replaying Andy's interview and Emily looked through the glass at the brunette's image on the large monitor on the wall. She wondered what the cow had done to ruin her day this time. It has to be her fault, Emily thought, It's always her fault! Shaking her head, the dutiful assistant dialed Miranda's nine a.m. appointment with savage intensity, wondering what she was going to tell them to soothe egos over this last minute schedule change.
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Miranda watched the tiny screen on the television in the limousine as she held her phone to her ear. “Yes, that is correct.” With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, “No, this is not a prank call. I'm in the parking garage now.” She waited for the producer on the other end of the call to make a decision. Glancing at Roy she gestured for him to get the door, because she knew what the decision would be, before the man making it knew himself.
The car door opened and Miranda exited the vehicle, but stood so that the door could not be closed just yet. Nodding at the eventual choice, the only choice the producer could make, she smiled. “Naturally.” Closing the phone, Miranda gestured to the backseat, “You are welcome to watch while you wait.”
“Thank you, Miranda.” Roy had listened to the Good Morning America interview and smiled, “Andy did a good job with the last one.”
Nodding at that, Miranda agreed, “Yes, but this next one will be slightly different.” She wasn't sure if Andrea had realized the difference yet or not. Another prompting gesture from Miranda and Roy entered the vehicle, sitting so that he could see the television.
Miranda re-entered the car long enough to grab the garment bag she had brought along this morning. A glance at the small screen revealed the show in full swing with Regis and Kelly engaging in what was supposed to be humorous banter. She was glad she had the sound adjusted to low at the moment.
“I will return with the others after the last appearance.” She nodded as the man acknowledged the unspoken order to wait. Another glance at the antics of the television hosts caused Miranda to roll her eyes. She muttered to herself, “The things I do for love.” She walked resolutely to the building's parking garage entrance, the outfit she'd brought with her bouncing against her back.
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Andy stood in the corridor waiting for Regis to introduce her when she first heard it. The sound that had been absent from the set of GMA; applause. Oh God, she froze, an audience! During her interview with Diane she only had the camera's and crew to deal with, now there were, she swallowed hard against her suddenly dry throat, people. She heard her name called and that frightening sound again. The stage manager actually gave her a small push and once she began moving, Andy couldn't stop her legs from carrying her out onto the set. She briefly hugged Regis and Kelly saying hello then found her seat quickly before her legs, that wouldn't stop earlier, crumbled beneath her. She heard Kelly say the usual, 'We're happy you could be here.' greeting and tried to smile.
“Thanks, I'm um...” With a glance at the audience, Andy let out a long shaky breath, “...a little nervous. There was no audience at GMA.”
“Oh, that's true!” Regis chuckled, “But you should be used to audiences by now what with all the paparazzi camped on your doorstep...”
Nodding, Andy clasped her hands together to keep them from trembling, “Yes, but the last time I was with this many people in the same room, it didn't turn out so well.”
Kelly jumped on the subject. She had last minute orders on how to direct this conversation after all. “You're talking about the charity event.” Kelly smiled when Andy nodded again, Perfect “We saw the reports of that in the news.” She turned to Regis, “Remember that, Big Daddy? The gunman and the hostage situation...”
“Oh yes! I remember... I'm not senile you know.”
Kelly grinned and patted his arm as she spoke in a slightly condescending tone, “Of course not.” She glanced at the audience and rolled her eyes as the people laughed at the banter. “But the big deal was that Miranda Priestly herself had fought with the man.” She turned back to Andy, “Is that true?”
Nodding yet again, Andy wondered what was wrong with her neck that she couldn't prevent the action and confirmed that report, “Yes, Miranda was awesome.”
“I sure would like to see that.” Regis smiled at their guest, his eyes wandering downward from her face.
“Not likely, Miranda doesn't really have time for television shows.” Swallowing hard as she tried to ignore both the direction of Regis' stare and the audience. She looked into the camera, at Miranda, and Andy could feel her heart beating out of her chest. “She is my hero though, no question.” Andy managed a nervous chuckle, “I kinda wish she was here right now.”
Miranda watched the woman she loved on the monitor from where she stood backstage and let a little smile slip across her lips. Suddenly what she was doing didn't seem quite so crazy. Despite her best efforts, Miranda knew that Andrea was terrified, and here there wasn't any helpful veteran reporter to see her through. Miranda seethed a bit at that, she should have been the one holding her fiancee's hand, not that... married... woman. The view shifted to Regis and Miranda's nostrils flared when the man not-so-casually checked out Andrea's breasts. She murmured very quietly to herself as she played with the edge of the black fabric belt she was wearing, “Careful what you wish for, Mr. Philbin.”
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“Andy looks really nervous.” Cassidy worried about the woman. People thought she was really strong, but Cassidy knew inside Andy was not as sure about things as she led people to believe.
“She'll be fine.” Caroline assured her sister, but she too developed a vertical line between her eyebrows as Andy continually nodded in answer to the questions. Miranda-blue eyes narrowed at the man sitting in the chair next to Andy. “I hope mom isn't watching.”
“Why?!” Dorothy and Pava both directed shocked looks at the girl.
“Because she's going to kill him if he keeps looking at Andy's boobs like that.” Ro, laughed as Cassidy punched her lightly in the arm, “I'm just sayin'”
Dorothy's eyes studied the picture carefully and crossed her arms, “Miranda won't be the only one he has to deal with if that behavior keeps up!”
“I'm sure he's harmless...” Pava studied the man closely. Lecherous behavior was part and parcel ingrained in men his age. Pava saw it all the time in men in their age bracket and her own husband's eyes had been known to wander. “I'm sure his wife will keep him in check much easier than any of us... even Miranda.”
The girls giggled and the adults chuckled as they continued to watch the show.
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Kelly grinned and nodded to the stage manager's frantic gesturing. “Well it just so happens... that I can help you out with that.” The blonde gestured to the curtained area of the stage, “We have a special guest here today to demonstrate the technique Ms. Priestly used to disable the gunman.”
“Really?” Regis looked at their producer, “A surprise guest, Gelman? Why wasn't I informed?”
The tall thin man smiled his goofy smile and asked, “You do know what the word surprise means...right?”
“One of these days, Gelman...” Regis threatened comicly, “One of these days...”
“Forget it,” Kelly laughed, “I'll tell you who...” She gestured to the curtains again, “Here to demonstrate Miranda's quick moves against the gunman, is the woman herself. Miranda Priestly.”
Andy gasped and her head jerked to the indicated space, No way... Andy blinked as a person who looked very much like Miranda walked out from behind the curtain. But, no, it can't be... The person standing there on the set was dressed in a karate Gi! No... way! Kelly was saying something and Andy struggled to focus on the words, they finally penetrated her numbed brain.
“We'll be right back for that demonstration. Don't go away.”
Leaving her seat instantly, Andy was across the set before anyone could stop her. “Miranda... what are you doing here?”
Reaching up, Miranda casually slid the tiny button on Andrea's microphone to the off position then, ignoring the busily working stage hands, stepped closer to the brunette and answered quietly, “I'm here because you need me and I love you.”
Andy leaned in resting their foreheads together. “I love you too.” Resisting the urge to kiss the older woman, Andy took a step back, “You look great.”
With a wry grin, Miranda winked, “For my age.” She chuckled and tapped the younger woman on the cheek, “They want you to return to your seat now.” She tilted her head toward the interview area, “Go on and don't forget to turn your microphone back on.”
Rolling her eyes at that, Andy moved back toward her seat, mumbling playfully. “Yes, Miranda.”
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“Oh wow!” Cassidy and Caroline's eyes nearly popped out of their heads, “Mom's here?!”
“'Bout time!” Dorothy crossed her arms. Everyone looked at her with wide eyes. She chose to defend herself to Pava and Mary, “You know she should have been here before! Andy is terrified.”
“Andy's doing great!” Cassidy stood to face her grandma, “Mom has her reasons for not coming sooner.” She hoped.
“Yeah, Mom is always there for us and she's there for Andy now.” Caroline stood with her sister, facing the older naysayer. “You'll see, Mom knows what she's doing.”
Mary reassured the girls, “I'm sure she does. I think we were all just a little surprised that she didn't accompany Andy on the other show too.”
Nodding at that, Cassidy and Caroline sat back down not quite as close as they had been to Dorothy before. Linking their arms, the girls watched the monitor for the show to return.
Dorothy sighed quietly and thought to herself, Dottie... One of these days you'll learn to keep your big mouth shut..
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There was complete and utter silence in the conference room. Emily stood at the front of the room, blinking at the large screen that held the image of Miranda Priestly, their boss, standing on the set of the Regis and Kelly show, in a Karate Gi. She heard the sound of skin on skin and knew that, off to her right, Nigel had just run his hand over his head. “This is her fault,” Emily murmured into the silence.
Nigel licked his lips, knowing who the 'her' was. “Six didn't know Miranda was going to do that... didn't you see her face? She was as stunned as we were.”
The soft words calmed Emily somewhat. Crossing her arms, the assistant stood with her feet slightly apart wishing her gaze would go through the television as Miranda's had earlier. It didn't work, she knew it didn't because Andrea just sat there smiling like an idiot at Miranda. If it had worked, there would be a pile of ash where Andrea was currently sitting.