"Do you know when Miranda will arrive and what time?" Sophie asked her mother.
"She's arriving on Friday, and I've instructed Markos to help her get on the boat and help her with anything she needs. She probably won't be thrilled about the boat, but there was no other way to arrange it. The ferry leaves too early, and she'd have to wait four hours for the next one. I'll pick her up around 2:30 in the afternoon."
"Have you picked out a room for Miranda yet?" Sophie asked.
"Sure. Didn't I tell you?" Donna wondered.
Sophie shook her head.
"She chose my former hotel room because she really likes it and it's situated away from public places. As I said, she's very particular about her privacy, and she was very pleased when I guaranteed that no one would disturb her here. I will take care of it myself."
"Wow. I don't know what to say to that. I wouldn't have thought Miranda would settle down here with us," Sophie stood in awe. "I can't wait to meet her."
"Really?" Donna raised both eyebrows.
"Miranda is such an icon, Mom," Sophie wrapped her hands around her mother's waist.
"Just please don't tell anyone yet," Donna reminded her again.
"Don't worry, Mom. I won't tell anyone," Sophie promised.
The next day Miranda woke up late. "Oh no! It's so late!" She looked at her watch. She relaxed when she realized that her extended leave was starting and she didn't have to go to work. She had several messages on her answering machine. There was one message from Nigel and one from Emily, and a message from her twins. She called Nigel first to get the definite details and left a message for Emily to remind her to bring the Book on time. Then she chatted with her daughters and was pleased to hear that they were enjoying the holidays. She was ready to begin her adventure. "I'm going to see Donna on Friday!" She will meet that charming woman whose voice etched into her brain without explaining why that is. Her cheeks lit up, and she felt that this weekend would be unique.
Donna sat by Aphrodite's fountain, dipping her palm in the sparkling water. 'The Fountain of the Goddess of Love.' They said that whoever drank from it would find eternal love. Sadly she didn't find anyone who loved her. On the contrary, she reopened her heart to the man who broke it again. Her focused thoughts wandered to Miranda. She wondered if what they say about her was true.
"Mom, you have a phone call." Sophie snapped out of her thoughts.
"Donna Sheridan. What can I do for you?" she uttered a learned sentence.
"Donna!" her best friends Tanya and Rosie shouted into the phone.
"Oh my God, I'm so excited to hear from you. How are you?" Donna shouted back.
"We're having a great time. We have wonderful news for you."
"Tell me!" Donna pleaded.
"No, no. We'll tell you on Friday," Tanya giggled. "We'll arrive at your little island around 1:30 pm."
"1:30? Then I won't be here. I'm waiting for a visitor to pick her up."
"Her?" "The information stunned them.
"Yes, Miranda Priestly is coming," Donna said.
"What? You've got to be kidding! Haven't you heard of this woman?"
"Yes, I have," she replied. "Soph told me. I'll make up my own opinion when I get to know her," Donna said.
"Yeah, well, that's all you, isn't it? You're always trying to find something positive in everyone. But I'm warning you, Donna. Miranda is unpredictable, moody, and bossy. What brings her to Kalokairi?"
"She wants to do some photoshoots for her magazine, but she'd a better look around first," Donna explained.
"Miranda and her Runway are second to none in the fashion world. No one can match her. She's exquisite. But she's a bitch, Donna," Tanya echoed her.
"Okay, I get it." Donna lowered her eyes. "I gotta go, girls. I'll see you on Friday."
"We can't wait. See you then, honey."
Tonya's bitter remarks about Miranda confused Donna. She couldn't believe it; she didn't want to think that everything they said could be true.
"Is everything okay, Mom?" her daughter wrapped her arms around her.
"Yeah, everything's fine," Donna lied. She didn't want to talk about it now. "Tonya and Rosie told me they had some surprising news, but they didn't want to give anything away. They're coming over Friday afternoon."
"Tanya and Rosie are coming?" Sophie's face lit up. "I am so happy having them here. I wonder if Tanya will wear her stiletto heels again."
They both burst into laughter and went off to their respective homes. Two two-story houses stood side by side, located near the hotel.
"What clothes should I bring with me?" Miranda asked herself. She was the editor-in-chief of the most prestigious fashion magazine, but she wished to relax and get away from the daily routine this time. She packed the clothes she liked to wear and felt comfortable in. The front door clicked. 'It must be Emily,' she thought. It was half-past eight.
"'Emily! Bring the Book upstairs."
Emily gasped. She moved no further than the first staircase. Was this proof that Miranda was starting to trust her? She put her feet up on the lovely carpet and tried to distract herself with thoughts of all the times she'd fantasized about it. To peer deeper into Miranda's protected privacy. And now she stood there with her mouth open.
"What are you staring at? Give me the Book!" Miranda's firm voice brought her back to reality.
"Oh, sorry." Emily blushed.
"Is there something I should know about?" Miranda asked, looking Emily straight in the eyes.
'Oh gosh, don't look at me like that,' Emily begged Miranda in her head. She summed up all the critical events that had happened during the day.
"Okay," Miranda said. "Tomorrow morning, you'll make sure everyone delivers these urgent instructions."
"I will," Emily took the file from her hand.
"That's all," Miranda let her go.
Emily got up and wished Miranda a wonderful weekend. After she left, Miranda disappeared into the bathroom and took her time in the shower. She put the Book in her travel bag and checked the packing list one more time to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Then she fell asleep.