To say the party was boring is an understatement. Andrea is really dreading being here but plays it cool. With a very polite smile plastered to her face all through the night, Andy manages to sway through the evening unscathed but her mother on the other hand did it all effortlessly as she usually does in everything. Andy was dying for the evening to come to an end or at least to when she was allowed to take her leave. God how she longs for the day when she was a kid, and to be able to go to bed early since it was inappropriate for a little girl to hang around once the adults started to drink and smoke cigars.

Andy glances at the huge grandfather clock in the room and saw it was nearly midnight and a few of the guest have started to say their goodbyes. She took it as an opportunity to make her own exit. She rushes out of the room as gracefully as one can before her mother grabs her by the arm causing her to halt just before the door making her eyes widen in utter fear. "And where do you think you are going young lady?" Alexandra says with a forced smile to hide her tad bit annoyance at Andy's behavior this whole evening. First lying to her, and then being late to dinner to order flowers for who knows but now this, she has finally reached her limit. So she tightens her grip and gently pulls her daughter to stand beside her as to not draw attention to them.

Andy tenses and remains still by her mother as she can still feel the death grip on her. "No.. No.. where mother." She says nervously and looks down to her feet. She heard her mother hummed approvingly before saying "I thought so my dear." She then places a soft kiss to her cheek as she loosens her grip on the girl then letting it go altogether when a couple who Andy remembers as the Kents approached them. The two middle age couple greats them both and after paying a fair amount of compliments to Andy, they ignored her completely to talk to her mother.

Andy hated it when her mother became the very image conscious monster that she usually was. Sure sometimes she lets Andy spread her wings a little but as soon as she starts to enjoy the freedom, her mother would leash her with a collar and tied up her limbs (Metaphorically and sometimes on dark cruel nights literally). She shivers slightly from fear as she remembers those horrendous nights.

She looks around the room to see her grandparents across the room also having small talk with another couple. She looks at her watch and decided that she will just have to wait it out. Well there goes her plan to fly to New York tonight.

On the other hand in New York, Miranda was sitting alone in the dining room eating her dinner. How she dreads nights like this, when the girls were away with their father. She looks at her watch and saw it was almost 10.30pm, so she got up to empty her plate and put it in the dishwasher. As she ascends the many stairs leading her to the third floor, she could not stop herself from thinking about certain honey chocolate eyes. She sighs as she realizes this was going to be a long boring weekend.

It was a boring and Andrea filled thoughts weekend for Miranda who worked from home, looking through the digital version of the book, writing a speech for an upcoming fashion event in Paris which was less than two weeks away and taking Patricia out for a walk around the neighborhood. For Andy however was anything but boring she had to attend a horse derby in London where she was hit on by everyone who was not married and some who were behind their spouse's back. But Andy just ignores them and focuses on the race. Then at night she had to attend a dinner party held by her relatives. All while being watch like a hawk by her mother. But every now and then she would smile as she remembers the white haired beauty that has yet to leave her mind.

But Sunday morning rolled in and Miranda was on a plane to go to Los Angeles for a tennis match between Novak Djokovic and Roger Federer, since she herself is very big fan of tennis. The only thing that is spoiling this tremendous day for her is that she will have to see her arch nemesis Anna Wintour who was also a tennis fanatic. Miranda merely sighs and rolls her eyes causing her travelling companion, Nigel to raise an eyebrow at her but shrugs it off as she turns to the window in order to hide her expression. He himself went back to talking to Emily about plans on going to Paris in two weeks.

Andy and her mother were leaving their enormous LA mansion well to anyone else it was a more like a castle than a mansion, with gorgeous exotic marble covering the house from head to toe. They had landed in LAX airport sometime last night after the dinner to watch the tennis match. Andy was looking out the window of the car as her mother went over a list of people Andy had to meet with and what she had to do and who they were supporting. Andy just nods occasionally and once they arrived she felt her left hand being squeeze to get her attention. She looks at her mother who was looking attentively at her as if trying to read her then she smiles and places a gentle kiss to her forehead. Before Andy could say anything her mother immediately exists the car to be greeted by a swarm of paparazzi.

Andy rolls her eyes, of course her mother called the paparazzi. Her family was really trying to get as much attention on her as possible. Well who asked them to keep her hidden all this time? Andy took a deep breath and exited the vehicle as well to be immediately swarm by the crowd of paparazzi asking her all sorts of questions. Some asked why her parents kept her hidden for so long and some asked if she was camera shy unlike her mother since Andy kept covering her face and ignoring their questions. Her mother on the other hand was basking in the attention she was getting.

The two of them finally reach their private box and already sitting at one of the seats patiently was none other than Anna Wintour herself. She instantly got up to hug and kiss Andy's mother's cheek. "Hello darling how are you? Have you waited long?" Andy's mother asks as she sat beside the famous editor. "No I just got here actually." Anna says the she looks over her best friend's shoulder to see Andy and immediately smiles widely "Andrea, my dear little girl." She says as she reaches over and grabs the younger woman's hand and squeezing it affectionately. Andy leans over and kisses her cheek gently.

Anna and Alexandra started talking about all sorts of stuff and some concerning what Andy was going to wear during this and that event. Andy just tunes them out and looks around her surroundings. There are so many people and they were taking their own seats. But then Andy saw her, she was hard to miss with those immaculate locks of white hair. It was Miranda and she was sitting at the box directly opposite of Andy's. The editor was looking at her tablet most probably working, Andy thought. There with her was that red haired British assistant of hers and a very flamboyant but well dress man. At first Andy was taken aback by the sight of the man but push it aside when she saw him checking out another man at the other box making Andy smile.

Andy was sitting up and forward on her sit causing her mother to look at her suspiciously. Then she followed her daughter's longing gaze and then she saw it. Miranda Priestly at the end of her gaze. She raises an eyebrow questionably but then it all started to sink in and make sense to her. Her daughter had a crush on the MIRANDA FREAKING PRIESTLY. This will definitely not do she thought. Not in a million years would she let her daughter fall in love with that monster.

Miranda felt eyes on her not that it was something new but this time it was more attentive. She looks up and immediately saw Andrea at the opposite box. Thank God she was wearing sunglasses if not everyone would see her shock wide eyes. Those brown orbs look at her with so much, dare she say it, yearning causing her to swallow a hard lump that had mysteriously crawl its way to her throat. Then she turns her head slightly to the other sets of eyes that was glaring at her. There was the dreadful Anna Wintour and of course the non-other Alexandra Margaret Clark Perth Leith. But where was Mr. Roger Michael Leith. So rumors are true then. The two were secretly seeking a divorce or separation. She then looks back to Andrea and felt her heart sink a little for the young brunette who has to deal with the backslash of the pending divorce or separation.

Throughout the first part of the tournament all Andy could do was stare at Miranda. Her mother was trying very hard to focus on the game as she tries to lie to herself that her only daughter was not in love with Miranda Priestly. Miranda as well found it very hard to focus on the game as she would so often glance to her minds occupier. Then the announcer announces a break for the match. Miranda gets up along with her two companions to make their way downstairs of the stadium.

Andy instantly gets up and makes a run for it before her mother could stop her. Her bodyguards tried to keep up with her as she runs to the other side of the stadium. She made a mental note to thank her stylist for putting her in a well fitted black Chanel trousers and a silk baby pink Armani dress shirt instead of a dress today, but most importantly for the comfy Christian Louboutin dress shoes instead of the heels. Any other wardrobe today would have only serve to slow her down in her pursuit.

She only came to a halt in front of Miranda, who was surprise to see her. Andy was panting slightly but still smiles widely at Miranda. Miranda regrets not wearing her sunglasses as she imagines how shock and surprise she must look to the young lady. Seeing that smile Miranda had to try really hard not to smile back but was failing quite horribly at it. "Hello, Miranda" Andy finally manages to say as she finally stops panting and walks closer to the older woman.

To Be Continued….