Betty remains disgusted and walks out. When Betty calls Henry for solace, she admits that he is her first love and that she'll always be drawn to him. The two then kiss, not knowing that Matt is watching silently from the shadows. The next day, Betty tells Hilda that she's going to come clean with Matt about what she did, though Hilda advises her to keep silent.
They are interrupted by Justin, who remains hopeful about his application for admittance to a local performing arts school. As Claire deals with the press, Wilhelmina lets her know that her long ago relationship with Cal is about to be revealed. Laurent is long overdue for publication. Just after Betty leaves Penny's apartment, the inebriated Penny falls to her death from her balcony.
Back at the office, Amanda tries to sabotage Marc's replacement, Ryan, while Claire tells Wilhelmina that she aborted Cal's child. Wilhelmina then vows to pass that information on to Cal if Claire won't leave the company. As Wilhelmina and Marc gleefully review their dastardly deeds over the years, Wilhelmina admits that she will miss him once he leaves for Vogue. She then suggests that he take Penny's position at Mode and turn down the Vogue slot.
However, Daniel has made the same proposal to Betty. Laurent will get the job. Betty and Marc both head to Penny's apartment, where they run into Penny's enraged twin, Mindy. Upon finding her sister's notes on St. Laurent, Mindy throws the pages out the window, dashing Betty and Marc's chances to finish the article. They then threaten to resign from Mode if Wilhelmina and Marc can't choose between them.
Justin reacts badly upon receiving a letter stating that he didn't get into the performing arts school. She even had a romantic fling with a closeted straight designer named Tavares, but would end it after he took advantage of her generosity. Prior to working at MODE , Amanda was an actress, and appeared as a hostess in a commercial for a Medieval themed restaurant. Another scene hints she might have bisexual tendencies when she asked Christina if she wanted to kiss earlier in the season she appeared very pleased when the chance of a threesome with Daniel and a female model arose, though this may have been due to her feelings for Daniel.
At the start of the second season it is shown she had temporarily gained weight in an attempt to supplement her worry and frustration with candy, which was brought on after learning of her parentage. After discovering several diary pages kept hidden in the back of a portrait of Fey in the Love Dungeon, Amanda learned Fey was responsible for poisoning a perfume she gave to Bradford so he can give it to Claire as a gift.
When Claire began to use it, the perfume would make Claire go crazy, resulting in her killing Fey instead. After being evicted from her apartment and accumulating debt, she ends up moving in with Betty at her apartment, where Betty would give her a wake-up call over her financial responsibilities, which resulted in Amanda acquiring a second job at a fast-food restaurant.
After realising she had been taking advantage of Betty, Amanda began to thaw to Betty, and began treating her better, though still affectionatly mocks her.
During the financial struggles at MODE Amanda was made redundant, she was re-instated when Calvin Hartley invests in the company in order to save it from bankruptcy. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account.
You are commenting using your Twitter account. She didn't even turn it on. Amanda knew that trick. You'll have to come back another day. This is my dream and I'm going to see the Wizard. He's only seeing family now. Don't answer that, girlfriend, really don't. Amanda smiled her sweetest smile. Pretending to think, Nursey tapped her perfectly manicured fingernail to her lips.
Just freaking great. First she killed her nerd lover, now she was going to have to— "Look here, we're not killing Betty," Christina interrupted. The Wizard wants her alive. Who made your shoes? Nursey was gone. Beside her, Christina was shaking her head.
Can we stick to one childhood classic at a time, Amanda? Braveheart was making about as much sense as the Wizard wanting to see Betty about Alexis and Daniel. Just how to do you propose to go about bringing in Betty, now, because I won't have any part in hurting her. At least the stupid beeping had stopped when Nursey went away. She hooked her arm through Christina's again and gave her a pathetic I'm cute, you like me, you want to help me look. She had no idea how, but Amanda knew Marc and Cliff would be there, and probably Halston, too.
But… "I don't have to…tease my hair and wear gold hoop earrings, right? Christina grabbed her by a pigtail braid. The sooner we get Betty, the sooner you can wake up and I can go back to sleep. Three steps later, the city changed from upper-class emerald to garish multi-color without the benefit of Vivienne Tam's sensibilities. Another three and they stood outside a hideous little -- shudder -- "joint" with red, green and white striped awnings and cheesy violin music.
Whimpering, she glanced at Christina. Christina just pointed to the door. Get on with you. Christina started toward them, but Amanda grabbed her by the pashmina. We're here to get Betty, aren't we? We have to rescue him. Before she makes him sing karaoke! Betty wouldn't kidnap a serial killer. Marc looks to be having fun. With Betty? Amanda thought she might hyperventilate. Instead she dragged Christina to the bar and ordered two rounds of drinks, doubles. He's miserable.
The wardrobe witch had that going for her, at least. She held her liquor better than Marc. He's laughing, and so is Cliff. You can't imagine Cliff would laugh if Marc were in any danger now, can ye? Amanda glared at her, sucked down the worst Cosmo she'd ever had in her life, then tapped on the counter to order another drink for each of them. A plan was starting to shape up in her head, but it needed more alcohol.
That's his I'm dying inside, please save me from Wilhelmina laugh. We have to get him out of there! That felt kind of good. She wasn't going to dig too deeply into that. She nodded, polished off her third drink and started on her fourth. That also was good. The drunker the Scot was, the more likely she'd go along with this idea.
I can see the Munchkins turning the cranks in your brain. What'd ye have mind? You want to rescue Marc from singing karaoke by having me sing. Is that about right? You humiliate yourself every day? What's one more time? Trust me. I'm not even kidding.
How d'ye propose to turn that into a daring rescue? She knew what she was doing. Amanda made shooing motions. I'll be right back. She clicked her heels together times, turned in a circle, and said, "There's no place like Mode ," three times.
Nothing happened. She frowned and tried it again. Still nothing. The third time, she was starting to feel sort of desperate, then out of nowhere, Wilhelmina appeared next to her, lips pursed and brows drawn together in her scariest scowl. That won't work until you've unmask—seen the Wizard. I need accessories! I've already done more than I should. Which made no sense, unless somehow they'd already taken Glinda, uh, Wilhelmina, the magic cap, but, still, why would the Wicked Witch's nephew be working for the Good Witch?
Gift horses, mouths, big teeth — she didn't need to understand as long as she had fashion on her side. Amanda threw her arms around Wilhelmina, then turned her mouth up for another kiss. Wilhemina shoved her away. But… she looked. Wouldn't you know it, Justin had turned into a Munchkin. Quietly, Amanda said, "Right. I knew that. I'm counting on you.
Lose the tie. Coco Chanel says—" "When it comes to accessories, always take off the last thing you put on," the three of them finished together. She grinned, took off her tie, and Justin smiled back. I know she's fashion-challenged, but my Aunt Betty's a good person. The best. Just hand over the accessories and no one gets hurt. Let's go. If it weren't for Marc dying in there, pulled apart between Cliff's averageness and Betty's eyebrows and braces, she might've stripped down and rolled around in them.
As it was, she rubbed her face against them all. Mmmm, the sweet smell of couture. She gave herself a minute to glee in it, then squared her shoulders and headed back into the pizza joint. While she'd been outside, someone had crossed out the name and written "Witch's Castle" in scratchy red lettering. Not for long. In two minutes, this place and everything in it, was going to belong to her.
They were growing on her. Up on the little stage, Christina sat on a stool singing some thing that sounded familiar. She tapped her fingers on the counter, thinking, than snapped them together.
But prettier than she'd ever heard it before. Christina looked prettier than she ever had before, too. Why hadn't Amanda ever noticed her sleek curves?
What was she thinking? Snap out of it, girlfriend. Your ex-fake-boyfriend needs you! Her inner voice sounded tragically like Marc. Standing up, she tossed a gorgeous red feather boa at him. It floated all the way across the room to settle around his neck. For a second, Marc didn't move. Amanda wound up to throw a scarf, but then his eyes went wide. He glanced around wildly, looked down at the boa, and breathed out a blissful sigh. After rubbing it against his cheek, he wrapped it around his neck with a flourish, stood and sashayed toward Amanda.
She made a cha-ching motion. She still had to bring in Betty, and at the moment she was tugging on Marc, trying to pull him back toward the front table. With her — and Cliff who was pouting. Amanda had one chance. Across the crowded room, she made eye contact with Christina and mouthed, "One more verse," in slow time. Christina looked over at Betty, then back at her. She nodded, but didn't look happy about it. Shoulders back, head up, Amanda worked the restaurant floor like a catwalk.
Every eye was on her except Betty who was misting up her glasses listening to Braveheart. At the last second, Betty saw her coming. She raised her cell phone — probably to call Daniel — but it was too late.
Amanda had her in her sights. She gathered all of the accessories close. Blew a kiss across them. Then threw them all at the Wicked Witch. The Witch tumbled backward off her chair under the weight of Fashion. I'm mellllllllllllll-tttttttttttting.
She probably should've seen that coming. Time speeded up again. When she made it to the front table, Cliff was complaining that he hadn't signed up for this and killing people wasn't part of the deal.
She's not dead. She's just in a fashion coma, and it's probably the best thing for her," Marc said, pouty. I'm not kidding. You'll see. Tie up the Witch, and let's go! Christina had gotten there ahead of them. Christina reached out to straighten her glasses, but Betty flinched away.
I thought you were my friend! I'm so sorry. Amanda put one hand on her hip. We have a Wizard to see. Not even the Witch refused a drink, even though Cliff had to hold the straw for her, since they'd tied her wrists with an Hermes scarf. A few drinks later, well-lubricated and prepared, they left the pizza parlor and Queen Ozmas behind. They were finally , actually, off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!
Or…wherever they were. Whatever, anyway, they were off and Amanda felt so good, she didn't even mind everyone singing. Especially when Toto, er, Halston, bolted out of nowhere barking happily.
She crouched down to pet him. There you are! I'm so glad you're safe. I was so worried, baby. When she stood up again, Marc and Cliff were cuddling while they walked — don't ask her how. Betty stomped behind them, sulking, but even the Furrowed Brows of Doom couldn't change her mood. She linked arms with Christina and smiled her prettiest smile.
Betty sniffed and looked away. The Wizard wouldn't see us unless we brought you. About Daniel and Alexis. But it's Amanda's dream. She stumbled. Christina reached out to steady her. When Betty shoved her bound hands out in front of her, Christina glared at Amanda, then untied her. Amanda tried not to feel hurt at being abandoned in favor of the Wicked Witch in her own dream.
She was Dorothy! They were supposed to be her friends. She scooped up Halston. You're all I have.
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