This was Sophia's all time low. Nostalgic reruns of the New York version of Real Housewives was what it took to make Sophia ready to face the swing of the city again. If Luann could hop back into the saddle after losing her Upper East Side home in her divorce from the Count, why couldn't Sophia do the same -- metaphorically speaking, that was. Because she hadn't the guts or decency to finalize anything, leaving Jesse deeper in the mud than she. While 'Hiding in the Hamptons' would make a great autobiography title, Sophia didn't need to live it out any longer.
In New York City fashion, she arrived at Grand Central Station. One roller suitcase was in tow and she wobbled it up a set of stairs, while balancing a small bottle of hand sanitizer in her other palm. It was with another clumsy step of her Chloe ballerina shoes that her luggage, hand sanitizer, and her Vandervort self took a nasty spill at the top of the stairs. A single step left, and she fumbled it.
"Oh, leave it to me. And this is why I said I can't be an intern. Not only do I not want to stand in a hot coffee line at 6 a.m., I'd spill it all by the time I reached the office." Her tweed jacket paired with the classic shoes and annoyance under breath, sure made it appear she was job interview ready. She hoped she was not running late.










