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Miranda sat down on her chair at the conference room table, all she could feel was shock. She was shocked that Andrea was back, sitting a couple of meters away from her.
After Andrea had left, she tried not to think about her. Tried not to think about the warm feeling she grew to have whenever they were together. It felt easier pretending that she could not remember her, than anything that could cause them to be 'close' again.
But she still felt that warm feeling inside of her chest. 'What even is that?' She did not know why she felt like that around Andrea, why she felt like smiling whenever they were together.
She glanced around at the others to see Nigel giving her a look. 'Of course he knows that I remember her.' She thought to herself, before Emily started to speak. "So, where should we start?" Emily asked, causing Miranda to look over to her.
"I am now a feature editor at Runaway." Andrea announced.
"What!?" Emily exclaimed, her voice sounding shocked. "NO YOU ARE NOT!"
"Oh she is, We are all so thrilled about this." Miranda said, her voice sounding emotionless. She was happy that Andrea was back and that she was now a feature editor at runway. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nigel look back in her direction, causing her to arch her eyebrow mouthing "What?"
"You know what I find funny?" Emilie asks, looking back over to the brunette. "You have changed so much, you are so much more confident than you were when I last saw you." Miranda found herself glaring at the red head before rolling her eyes. "You kept those eyebrows tho didn't you?"
"RIGHT. We should probably get back on topic." Miranda said, trying to keep her mind off of how her heart felt. She knew that nothing between them would be like how it was when Andrea worked for her.
She did always blame herself for Andrea leaving, yes she was hard on people, well everyone who worked for her. But she couldn't understand why she only felt guilty over Andrea. Not when she spent too much time working, that she had gotten divorced multiple times. 'Why do I feel like this?'
Miranda finally returned to her office, ready to get back to work instead of having to be around Andrea. Once she sat down at her desk opening up her emails, she head someone call out her name causing her to look up. "Miranda listen." The Brunette said, closing the door behind herself. "Can you really not remember me?"
Miranda found herself breathing in. How could she answer then? Tell her the truth, that she could remember her, that she couldn't stop thinking about her for two whole decades, that she felt guilty over how she treated her? Instead she glanced back at her computer. "Miranda?"
Miranda looked up to her eyes, until their eyes locked. "For the record," Miranda started to say, knowing that this was probably a mistake. "I never forgot you."
She looked away, but Andy still stared at her more out of shock. "Oh- Oh, What?" She replied, with a smile across her face.
Miranda glanced over to her, seeing her smile. It made her feel warm, happy. But she knew that that feeling would not be able to last long.
"Why did you pretend that you didn't remember me?" Andrea asked, walking closer and placing a hand on the desk. "I worked for you for eight months. I did so much for you. I can't see why you wouldn't want to remember me."
"It's not that I didn't want to remember you," Miranda answered, her voice quiet as she focused on reading her emails, well pretending to read. She had no idea what she was actually reading. "It's more that I couldn't stop thinking about you. Feeling guilty for everything that I did, how I was too hard on you, setting you these tasks that you never would have achieved like the books! I thought that this would make it easier. I was wrong."
Their eyes locked again, Miranda watched as Andrea smiled at her and she gently placed her hand on top of the Brunette's.
Andrea breathed in as if she was about to say something but the sound of the door opening stopped her. Nigel. Miranda quickly pulled her hand away, hoping that Nigel saw nothing. But she knew that he definitely did.
She focused on the way her heart felt, the way Andrea made her feel. She watched as Andrea left the room, wishing that Nigel hadn't walked into her office. Allowing for her and Andrea to continue their conversation.
"Miranda." Nigel said in an attempt to get her attention but failed. Miranda thought back to that time twenty years ago, when her and Andrea grew to what seemed like being close. How for the first time in her life she found someone she felt safe around. Someone she felt comfortable allowing into her life. "Miranda!" His voice was louder, causing her to quickly look over to him.
"What?" She said, her voice dry. Sounding full of annoyance.
"You have been staring at the door Andy walked out of for ten minutes! Are you okay?" Nigel asked, his voice sounding concerned . "Is there anything you want to talk about?"
"I do not know what you are talking about." Miranda said quietly, trying to act as if she had no idea what he was talking about. But Nigel saw a look across Miranda's face, that he rarely saw on her face.
"Has it got something to do with–" Nigel tried to say, but Miranda quickly cut him off.
"Nigel, we really do not have the time to talk about my life. " She said, her voice quiet. But she knew that it actually did have everything to do with Andrea. Andrea who she had not seen since that Paris Fashion Week twenty years ago.
