Caroline and Cassidy watched Mom return from Paris and these last two weeks and seem not at all like herself.

She was sadder and at first both thought it was because of Stephen.

Also the divorce.

The twins tried extra hard to be good for Mom this week, both did their homework without being reminded to and tried to play for Mom tunes she liked during boring piano practice and stopped playing tricks on their housekeeper and gardener and Roy.

''Patricia. No.'' Cassidy pulled her dog back.

Patricia barked at who they'd been feeding and giving milk to, the plump cat just haughtily stared at the St. Bernard.

Stroked by both twins, purring at them affectionately, reading her name tag which was ornate. Zelda.

That nice assistant Andy who had brown eyes and was scared no terrified of Mom, hadn't come with The Book this week too.

Cassidy and Caroline had waited for her on the stairs every night last week and now this week.

Andy got them Harry Potter even though they'd played a funny to them at the time prank on her to go upstairs, lying to her that Emily does it all the time.

Emily now brought it. The Book.

Stephen had moved out. Left a few things Mom had bought him he didn't like and he'd nastily told her that.

Caroline heard and saw Mom tonight working late as usual in the study.

Their feline visitor meowed and pawed at them as both were writing a list of what Caroline and Cassidy wanted for Mom. Mom deserved someone who matched it in every way.

''Bobbsies bed.''

Miranda's same blue eyes looked back at her, as she watched both her girls reluctantly go upstairs to bed. Picking up the pink piece of paper they'd been writing on that was left on top of a book on the stairs.

Blue eyes sadly read the list that her babies had written with hearts drawn on it.

For her. It was sweet.

Miranda Priestly had yet to ever find true love or anything remotely like it. True love did not exist for this old dragon. It was meant for storybooks.

Felt fur brush her bare ankle, looking down at a cat.

Picking it up gently, eyes staring at Miranda.

Miranda held it, the list and the cat which they were not keeping as she walked into her study, the feline with tail in air pranced away as Miranda looked at the list again, smoothing it out.

Her daughters list for her. Tomorrow morning at breakfast they would talk about this.

Miranda sunk down into her study chair, reading the list starting to add to it in red ink.

What was she doing, this was silly of her. Wiping her tears which brushed the paper.

Nobody she'd ever met would have any of this in them, and even if they did, Miranda was the last person they'd ever want.

Throwing it into the fireplace, Miranda turned off her study lamp going to bed.

Miranda didn't believe in true love period.

If Miranda had been awake late tonight and in her study she would have seen that piece of paper shimmer and float up and into to someone's waiting hand.

Dark eyes scanned it. My, my, she really had her work cut out for her. Finding a match for Miranda Priestly or as she knew her as Miriam Princhek.

Zelda was always up for a challenge. She wasn't five hundred years old for nothing. Their goddaughter needed someone to love her. This was not meddling. This was a cry for help. A heart intervention.

Zelda had just stood by and watched Stephen trample on Mir's heart. Stephen was a nasty mortal. Melusine had stopped her from turning Tomlinson into a toad or a more fitting a rat.

Squeezing under the ajar window, Zelda really had to stop indulging as she baked, no more biscuits or brownies or sampling anzac's, one more push and she was outside along the Study window ledge, had taken a part of Miranda, a piece of her silvery hair and the list between her teeth.

Opening her book of recipes to one page, Amas Veritas and the see with your heart enchantment, it was time to start baking this up.

Zelda read the list of traits. Red ink wrote cognac brown eyes, kind and slow to anger, loves my twins, and cuddles me in sleep. Knows my heart.

What Melusine didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Crushing rose petals. One for each trait longed for. The petals colours had their own special meanings and would be used to help enhance the spell further. Summoning up a potent true love spell, called Amas Veritas.

Zelda plucked more petals from a jar of pink roses and adding a daffodil for chivalry.

Read the list of must haves from the sweet twins. Can flip pancakes in the air and must be marvellously kind and fun.

A piece of Miranda was needed to complete the spell. Plucking the tear up onto her fingertip, whoever was meant for Miranda would taste this. Not be able to bear them being shed.

Placing a strand of Miranda's hair into batter as the bowl stirred itself. Petals flowed up into midair as she mixed. Done. Miranda Priestly would soon meet her true love.

Whoever they were would fall at her feet or Louboutins.

Amas Veritas spell was strong. Zelda made sure of it.

Andy Sachs had never noticed this bakery before. Melusine's & Zelda's Enchanted Delights. Andy read its promise to customers that every morsel was biting into magic.

Andy saw it didn't have a lot of customers inside, quaint and with flowerboxes and odd next to Starbucks, Andy had never noticed it before.

Andy pointed to which one she wanted behind the glass display.

Cupcake or Brownie. Andy pondered. Everything here looked delicious.

Buying a cupcake with lots of frosting on it, it was organic Andy justified to herself, paying and biting into it with a sigh after swallowing. Andy was glad she now worked at the NY Mirror and not Runway. This cupcake would be banned by Miranda not to mention binned with horror by Emily.

Worse than carbs. Sugar.

Oh my Gawd this was soo good. Andy was telling everybody at the Mirror to come and support here.

Melusine watched the happy brunette gushing about how delicious it was.

Her fluffy cat on a perch stared at Andy almost rolled its eyes at the bumbling sunny mortal.

Unblinking eyes peered at Andy curiously, coming closer. Saw it as she ate.

The spark.

Andy left a good tip in the tip jar, leaving with the doorbell tinkering behind her almost stumbling in her heels. Andy still-would –never- get –used –to-walking-in-high heels.

Gaining her balance and taking another satisfied bite as Andy saw Miranda getting out of her Mercedes this morning. A tugging twinge pulled at Andy who felt it as she saw the back of familiar white hair striding into Elias Clarke Building.

Miranda always made Andy feel a little funny. Nate was wrong and right.

Miranda Priestly left an impression on Andy and had been since the last two weeks the only call she took day or night. At all hours.

Andy honestly as crazy as it sounded actually missed Miranda not Runway.

Melusine turned to her sister accusingly. ''Zelda what did you do?''

Saw the spark.

Zelda murmured appearing as a round woman with frizzy hair. ''Nothing. Mel. Just helped something along. That's all.''