The issue came out as Miranda said three months later. Andy barely had time to look at it, let along call Miranda. The end of the year showcase was right around the corner and Andy was working harder than ever. But Miranda had had the magazine couriered to her with a signed note and a blood red rose. It had taken Andy’s breath away at the time, but then she was running late for class and she had to leave it on her bed.
By the time she found herself practically crawling back into her room it was nearing eight thirty at night. She flopped down on her bed after scooping the rose and the magazine up. The rose was already starting to wilt. She frowned at it. She wanted to keep it, but she didn’t have anything to keep it in. She glanced over at her bookshelf. There were more than a few books heavy enough to do the job. She grabbed a few paper towels, her pair of scissors and one of the books in question. She snipped the stem to a manageable length before parting the pages of the book about a fourth of the way down. As it was she couldn’t use the full weight of the book just yet without ruining the pressing. She’d wait a few days and it should dry out enough to press it fully.
With the rose taken care of she flopped on her bed again and looked at the magazine. Her picture was in here. She actually have a picture in a fashion magazine. The thought was just mind boggling.
She flipped through the pages slowly, stopping for a long while on the picture of Miranda and her letter from the editor. The letter said nothing special, generic phrases about the hard work that went into the magazine and the fashion it depicted, but Andy poured over the words as if they were her favorite book. Once upon a time before she had truly gotten serious about dance she had wanted to be a reporter. It was still her backup plan if she ever got injured before she could truly dance the way she wanted to. And so she still retained her love of books and words even if she didn’t have a great deal of time for them.