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"Honey, you're so beautiful!" Katherine Sachs sniffed and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.

"Thanks Mom," Andrea blushed lightly.

She turned to face her reflection in the mirror and had to agree with her mother. The white wedding dress fit her like a a glove. The sleeves were lace, and the back plunged down to expose the creamy flesh. Her hair was up in an elegant twisted french bun with a few strand tendrils of brown hair loose in the front, and a little bit of eyeliner, black mascara, and a hint of shimmer to the inner corners of her eyes finished the look. In less than 20 minutes, Andrea Sachs was going to become Andrea Cooper.

"Here, I have one last thing for you. I'll be right back," Katherine held up her index finger as she ran out of the room.

Andrea chuckled at her mother and then turned back to the mirror. Her large brown eyes stared back at her. Nate had proposed to her a couple months ago after she had returned from Paris, and she had accepted. Why, she didn't know. Perhaps she was feeling extremely vulnerable and emotionally detached after leaving the woman who changed her life drastically. Miranda Priestly. Andrea sighed. She had left because she saw how ruthless Miranda could be. If Andrea had revealed her romantic feelings, Miranda would have most likely shot her down, blacklisted her, and exiled her from America. She left to protect her heart. It was getting more and more impossible to continue working for the woman she had feelings for without telling her. Tears welled up in her eyes when she thought about the iconic Editor, and before she could wipe them away, her mom hurried back into the room with a box clutched tightly in her hands.

"Oh honey!" Katherine exclaimed, mistaking her daughter's tears of sorrow for tears of happiness. She set the box down before embracing her daughter. "Just think. In about-" she paused and checked her watch, "-15 minutes, you're going to be married to the man of your dreams. I know...I'm going cry too!"

Andrea chuckled weakly and hastily wiped away the wetness that had formed in her eyes. Katherine kissed Andrea's forehead and gave her a last squeeze before picking up the box she had discarded earlier.

"Here," she said softly as she opened the plain wooden box, "it was my great-grandmother's. It's supposed to give the bride many years of luck, happiness, and love."

"Oh Mom," Andrea gasped when she saw the beautiful object in the box. It was a silver comb that was decorated with an intricate flower vine that wrapped around the base. "It's gorgeous."

Katherine nodded in agreement and helped place it in her daughter's beautiful chestnut hair. "Andrea, Nate is going to have a heart attack when he sees you walk down that aisle. You're so beautiful." Her eyes started welling up when she thought about her little girl growing up.

"Thank you," Andrea hugged her mom tightly and almost squeezed her eyes tight before she remembered that it would damage her delicate makeup. "I love you."

"I love you too sweetie," Katherine exhaled and leaned back. "I suppose it's time for me to go and sit down. Your dad will be here in a few minutes to walk you down the aisle."

"Thank you so much for helping me get ready," Andrea kissed her cheek.

Katherine nodded tearfully and gave her daughter one last hug before standing and slipping out the door quietly. Andrea was left alone once more and she found herself looking in the mirror again. She looked stunning, but her face was sad. She knew what she needed, and unfortunately, the person she needed would probably never see-much less talk to-again. Andrea could hear the guests chattering, and her palms started to sweat. She could hear the organist warm up, and she started to feel dizzy and started stressing.

"I can't do this," Andrea fretted as she paced the floor, her heart pounding wildly. "I don't love him. I can't marry him!"

Making her decision quickly before her father came to get her, Andrea cautiously peeked out of her room. There was nobody in sight, so she seized the opportunity and made a quick dash to the exit doors of the church. It was spring out, so Andrea was fine in her thin dress, however, she was sweating enough so she wouldn't have noticed if it was 10 below zero. The dress wasn't particularly long, but it caused Andrea to trip slightly when she was trying to run away. Gathering the dress in one hand, she ran across the busy street, weaving her way through honking traffic, oblivious to the silver Mercedes idling in traffic. Black shades hid the blue eyes that watched her with curiously and a hint of desire. The brunette was gorgeous. Her flawless body darted its way through traffic effortlessly, her pinned-up hair waved gently in the breeze, and her dress flowed out behind her like a waterfall. However, when the owner of the eyes realized what kind of dress it was, her demeanor became icy.

"Roy, follow that girl in the wedding dress."

"Yes Miranda."

Richard Sachs squared his shoulders and knocked on the door where his girl was waiting for him. When no answer came, he rapped on the door a bit harder and called, "Andy?" Becoming seriously worried, he opened the door and scanned the room quickly. There was no sight of his daughter who was supposed to be wed in less than 5 minutes. "Andy!" He pushed his glasses up further on the bridge of his nose and walked in the room. The sweet smell of Andrea's perfume was still in the air, and Richard deduced that it couldn't have been too long that his daughter was in the room. He pulled out his cell phone and tried to call her. He heard a ringing in the room, and after turning around multiple times to try and find the source, he found Andrea's cell phone laying on the glass table.

Richard sighed and hung up his phone. The ringing stopped. He slipped his cell phone back into his suit pocket and picked up Andrea's iPhone. Unlocking it in hopes to find clues, he faltered and almost dropped the phone when he checked her email inbox. Andrea had saved every single message Miranda Priestly had ever sent her, along with drafts she wrote to the woman that dated back to when she left her in Paris. How she managed to recover those emails, Richard did not know, since Andrea had told him that she had thrown her phone in the fountain. He was incredibly proud that Andrea had finally come to her senses and left the terrible job and the boss from hell, but judging from the emails, apparently there was more to their relationship than just a working one. Knowing it was wrong, but doing it anyways, Richard tapped on the drafts icon and read the latest one which dated to a day ago, his eyes becoming wider and wider as he read the heartfelt letter.

Subject: I miss you.

To: Miranda Priestly

Dear Miranda,

Tomorrow I'm going to be married. To a man who is not my Prince Charming, and whom I do not love. Initially, I wanted to invite you to the wedding-that would have been heaven for me, since I would be able to get through it knowing you were close. But after careful deliberation, I decided that would be hell as well, since I would be bounded to another, and I wouldn't be able to face you at all after the preacher said the dreaded words, 'you may kiss the bride.' My heart is aching, and I so do wish I could see you every day. I haven't seen you since that day where I waved to you and you regarded me with an incredible look of disdain. Anyway, I wish I had enough courage to apologize to you in person for leaving you, but most importantly, I wish I had enough courage to admit my true feelings. I love you Miranda Priestly. I have for a long time, and I will love you for the rest of my life. When the preacher says those dreaded words, I will be closing my eyes and pretending I am kissing you. My world will explode into a sea of endless blue, and although my heart will be heavy, it will be sated somewhat with the thought of you.

All my love,

Andrea Sachs.

"Oh my god," Richard spoke aloud. He knew instantly what happened. His daughter had felt the pressure of marrying someone she did not have any feelings for, and left to escape. Andrea was-is head-over-heels for her former boss. Richard shook his head at the only memory he had of 'that woman'. He had flown to New York as a special treat to spend time with his only daughter, only to have that woman pester and harass Andrea to the point of tears. His trip had been ruined, since Andrea had stressed herself out to the point where he practically became invisible to her fear and worries. However, after reading the sad letter, Richard had a newfound respect for that woman. She made his girl happy. Richard didn't care if Miranda was a woman-he was a fierce liberal and supporter of gay rights. His problem was with the way Miranda had treated Andrea. She had treated her naive assistant horribly, although according to some of Andrea's last phone calls home from Paris, Miranda had become more lenient and relaxed with her.

"I guess the stress got to her and she left," Richard mused out-loud.

He looked back at the iPhone and quickly scanned some of the earlier drafts that Andrea had written just after she had left the Editor in Paris.

Subject: Oh god

To: Miranda Priestly

Dear Miranda,

I can't believe I left you. I even threw my phone in the fountain so I wasn't tempted to call you to beg for forgiveness and list the reasons why you should take me back...Because I can't come back Miranda. I finally realized that I had feelings for you after I saw you so raw and vulnerable after Stephen divorced you. I slept with Christian because I was feeling lonely, rejected, and sad. That was one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made in my life, but the biggest mistake I made was falling in love with my boss. I knew nothing could come out of it, yet my stupid heart went after you anyways. Although it was my biggest mistake, it was also the greatest thing I could have done. I loved being in love with you, although I know the feelings were unrequited. I loved learning little habits and quirks about you. I loved just watching you. It may sound creepy, and I can imagine your response, but I couldn't help myself. Miranda, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. It hasn't even been a week since I've left, and already, the only thing I want to do is run back into Elias Clarke and see you-even for just a moment.

Your greatest disappointment,

Andrea Sachs.

Richard rubbed his temples and set the phone back down. He knew what he had to do. Pushing 'send' on the drafts, he gingerly set Andrea's iPhone back down and tried to push the immense guilt and doubt he felt. It wasn't his place to interfere, but he couldn't let his daughter go on for another minute feeling the way she did. Richard only prayed that Miranda would return Andrea's feelings, or at least be somewhat gentle if she turned her down. Either way, it was for the best, Richard tried to reason with himself. If Miranda doesn't love Andrea back, then she will know for sure and won't keep pining away for a love she can't have. If Miranda does love her, then marvelous. Sating his conscious somewhat, Richard squared his shoulders and walked into the Great Hall of the church to inform 130 people that the bride had left.

Andrea ran all the way to Central Park before she could run no more. Collapsing heavily onto a park bench, Andrea placed her hand on her chest as she gasped for air. "Oh my gosh. What did I do?" Andrea's mind was in a state of turmoil. She had just abandoned her fiancé at the altar. Placing her elbow onto her thigh, Andrea hid her broken face with her hand and in the safety of her palm, released hot tears. She cried for losing the woman she never had, and the terrible ache she had in her heart increased when she thought about a sweet Nate Cooper eagerly awaiting for her to come walking down the aisle.

"Anyone would think you would be happy on your wedding day," a soft voice laced with coolness broke Andrea out of her sobs.

"M-Miranda!" the brunette's voice was thick with confusion and surprise. Hungrily, her large brown eyes took in Miranda's form. The older woman was a sight for sore eyes, dressed impeccably in black Bill Blass slacks, a Vera Wang wrap-around top, and a few chunky necklaces. 4-inch heels completed her appearance, and Andrea almost wanted to cry again just looking at Miranda's beauty.

"That is what most people call me," the white-haired Editor smirked.

Andrea blushed deeply before averting her eyes, not knowing that Miranda found her extremely irresistible in that position.

"Here," Andrea scooted over on the dirty bench and patted the empty spot with her hand.

Miranda regarded the filth on the bench before, much to Andrea's surprise, sitting gracefully down on it. "So will you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Andrea asked, trying to resist the temptation to run her fingers through the soft hair that was blown into Miranda's eyes by the gentle wind.

"Why you're dressed in a wedding gown," Miranda waved her hand carelessly. "Why you are-well were-crying. Why you left me in Paris."

"Um," Andrea gulped.

In the awkward silence that followed, Miranda took the opportunity to really study the brunette. The sun hit her brown eyes so gold flecks were visible in the pupils, and the intricate lace on her dress was just begging for Miranda's touch. A light sprinkle of freckles dotted the brunette's nose, and she couldn't believe that she hadn't noticed them before. Andrea's breasts were also rising evenly up and down, gently pushing against the white fabric that encased them, a sight that mesmerized Miranda. Andrea appeared not to notice, as she was struggling whether or not to tell the other woman the true meaning of why she left, or if she should make up an excuse.

A faint buzzing interrupted both women from their tasks. Miranda snapped out of her trance and groped around in her Versace handbag to find her iPhone. Out of respect, Andrea gazed ahead while Miranda unlocked her phone. She watched a group of kids play with a huge Yellow Labrador and a standard size black poodle and sighed quietly to herself. Miranda gasped as her eyes quickly scanned the screen of her phone.

"What?" Andrea reacted quickly, thinking Miranda had received bad news.

No response. Miranda kept reading the small screen, completely hypnotized from what the tiny pixels showed her. Her lips parted and she uttered a very soft Oh Andrea. Blinking stupidly, Andrea was shocked. Did Miranda just whisper her name?

"Oh Andrea," Miranda said louder and turned her blue eyes to gaze into the brown eyes she missed so much. "You don't have to answer any of my previous questions."

"Wait, why?" Andrea struggled to get out...as cliché as it might have seemed, Miranda's eyes took her breath away.

"Because of your emails," Miranda hesitantly reached out and took Andrea's hand, which immediately went slack under Miranda's touch.

"My-my emails?" Andrea could hardly breathe. Miranda freaking Priestly was touching her!

"Yes. They are beautiful," Miranda's eyes sparkled with unshed tears. "I feel exactly the same way darling."

Andrea's mouth dropped open. "Wait...the emails where I told you all of my embarrassing secrets?"

"I'd prefer to think of it as your hidden desires..." Miranda trailed off.

"Oh my god," Andrea pulled her hand away and started to hyperventilate. "Those were never supposed to be sent."

"Andrea, did you not want me to find out?" Miranda asked, hurt.

Andrea quickly reached over and grasped both of Miranda's cool hands in her own. "Not in that way."

"I happened to think it was incredibly sweet," Miranda confessed and then continued almost shyly, "that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me."

"Are you saying that my feelings are returned?" Andrea's eyes shined with hope and she held her breath waiting for her love's response.

"Yes my dear Andrea," Miranda leaned in and rested her forehead against Andrea's, "that is exactly what it means."

Overcome with emotion, Andrea wrapped her arms around Miranda's back and drew her in for a tight hug, tucking her face in the crook of the Editor's elegant neck. She closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of Miranda's skin, feeling Miranda do the same with her hair. Pleasantly surprised to find that Andrea's back was exposed, Miranda started caressing the silky skin, causing goosebumps to rise at her gentle touch. Andrea shivered and tightened her hold slightly. She curled her fingers into the short hairs at the base of Miranda's neck and started gently playing with them. As she stroked the soft hair, Miranda let out a sigh of contentment. The last person that had played with her hair was her mother when she was 10. Miranda didn't let anyone touch her, and it felt so good when Andrea did. She had never allowed anybody, with exception of her daughters, to touch her in such a tender way, simply because she didn't trust anyone to do so.

"Miranda," Andrea breathed reverently, lifting her head from Miranda's neck so she could touch their foreheads together again.

"Andrea," Miranda responded in kind, closing her eyes at the peace she felt.

"Oh crap, are the paparazzi around?" Andrea shot up, suddenly panicked. Her head snapped from her sharp movement and she winced in pain.

"Darling," Miranda cupped her cheeks, forcing the brunette to look at her, "you're going to cause yourself whiplash if you do that too many times. I don't care what the paparazzi photograph or print. Besides, we've been cuddling for so long, it's really too late to back out now."

Andrea giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"You said 'cuddling'," Andrea giggled some more.

"Don't tell page 6," Miranda whispered and leaned in and captured the red succulent lips with her own.

Andrea felt for sure she had died and gone to heaven. The woman she loved was kissing her. Miranda's tongue soon came into play, and they french kissed for what seemed like hours. Miranda took great delight in hearing Andrea's soft moans of pleasure as she expertly sucked and gently nibbled the pouty lips, and Andrea could barely form a coherent thought. Their bodies were pressed together fully, and each woman could feel the other's heart beating erratically as their arms wrapped firmly around each other. When they finally broke apart, they both were inhaling deeply and their faces were flushed.

"Wow," was all Andrea could say.

"Mmm," Miranda hummed.

"You're a wonderful kisser," Andrea kissed the bridge of Miranda's nose.

"Darling, I'm wonderful at everything I do," Miranda said seriously.

"Can't argue with that," Andrea hummed and kissed her again briefly on the lips. Then, gathering all of her courage, she bravely looked Miranda in the eyes and breathed, "I love you Miranda."

Miranda's heart soared at the brunette's declaration. Yes, she had read the words in the email, but that was on a screen. Andrea's words were from the heart, and they flowed through Miranda's body like warm honey. "I love you too Andrea."

After spending the glorious afternoon with Miranda, Andrea realized she had to go back and face the music. What she did to Nate was really rotten, and he deserved an apology. Plus, she had to explain to her parents why she left...not to mention the 130 guests she had. Miranda had offered to drive her to the hotel where everybody was staying, saying that the wedding dress was 'too pretty to be put through the running it went through before.' Andrea laughed softly before pecking Miranda on the cheek and intertwining their fingers. Before Andrea got out of the car, Miranda leaned in for one last kiss that left Andrea breathless again.

"We still have a lot to talk about Andrea," Miranda sighed and bit her lip slightly. "But I want you to be with me."

"Of course Mira," Andrea tested the nickname out, which to her delight, seemed to please the Editor. She kissed Miranda's neck. "I will always be yours for as long as you want me."

"Good," Miranda said simply.

They kissed one last time before Andrea reluctantly parted and stepped out of the car.

"Thanks Roy," she tossed over her shoulder.

And with that, she walked into the hotel, leaving Miranda to greedily inhale the delicious scent left behind from the brunette's perfume.

Of course, Nate had to be the first person she saw. He was sitting at the bar, drinking what appeared to be a vodka. It was awkward to say the least. Andrea didn't know what to do or how to start the conversation, so she sat down next to him stiffly and waited for him to make the first move.

"Jesus Christ Andy," he growled, turning his chair to face her. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Nate, I can't be your wife," Andrea decided a more direct approach would be faster and easier.

"What? Why not? Is there another bloke? Because if there is, I'm gonna pound his fu-"

"Nate. Stop!" Andrea cut off his swear word. "I'm sorry but I'm not in love with you."

Nate shut his eyes tightly and rubbed his eyes with his fingertips. Andrea winced in sympathy. She really did feel like shit breaking his heart, but Miranda had taken a permanent place at the top, and there was simply not enough room for two people.

"I s'pose it's better like this," he said gruffly.

"Nate..."

"No, I understand. I could tell you weren't ready and I pushed you," Nate said, looking into his drink.

"Nate, you didn't push me. I should have been clear from the start. I'm so sorry," Andrea said miserably.

"Is there somebody else?" Nate tightened his grip on his glass.

"Um..."

"Just answer me," he turned his green eyes onto her, making her squirm.

Andrea avoided his piercing gaze. "Yes," she whispered.

Nate's fingers clutched his drink so hard, his knuckles turned white. Andrea thought it was a miracle that he didn't shatter the glass.

"Well, better to find out now than find out after we were married," Nate weakly said. He stood up and tossed some cash on the counter.

"Nate," Andrea stood up quickly and placed her hand on his forearm. "I'm so sorry."

"No, I get it," Nate shifted his arm away.

Andrea felt terrible. He turned his back to her and started to walk towards the door but paused. Nate glanced over his shoulder and said, "I meant to tell you, you look absolutely beautiful." He smiled, though Andrea could tell it was killing him. "I'll see you around." And then he was gone. Andrea's eyes watered, but her heart felt lighter. Pulling herself together, she entered the elevator and pushed the button for the 23rd floor where her parents were staying. You have Miranda. She is your future. And despite her guiltiness over Nate, she couldn't help but brighten considerably when she thought of the woman who had changed her life again.

Exiting the elevator, she made the long walk down the hallway to her parents room and knocked on the door firmly before she chickened out. The door swung open and her mother appeared. Seeing Andrea, she almost shut it again before Richard stuck his foot out and caught it. Katherine threw her arms in the air and marched back into the suite. Andrea's heart fell, but she stepped inside the room with a strained smile to her dad.

"I can not believe you did that to Nate," Katherine seethed. "Nate of all people! The man you've been in love with since college!"

"Mom-"

"No Andy," Katherine wagged her finger at her daughter, "you broke his heart. And what about the guests? They all came, expecting to see you happily married off to a wonderful man. And what do you do? You abandon them!"

"Mom!" Andrea tried to explain.

"And what about me? Huh? I deserved to see my only daughter get married."

"Wait a minute," Andrea said, starting to get angry. "It was my wedding. It was my day. I hate to break it to you, but it's not about you. My heart was telling me that marrying Nate would be one of the biggest mistakes of my life, so I listened to it."

"Well why didn't your," Katherine practically spat the next word, "heart tell you all this weeks ago when Nate actually proposed?"

"Because I wasn't brave or strong enough to go after my heart's desire!" Andrea's voice grew louder.

"And what is your heart's desire?" Katherine crossed her arms.

"Miranda Priestly!" Andrea shouted before realized that she had just revealed two major important things. One being, Miranda Priestly was her former boss, and two being, Miranda Priestly was a woman.

Katherine opened her mouth, shut it, and then turned around and walked into the other room. Andrea looked at her dad with watery eyes.

"Do you hate me also?" she sniffed.

"Honey, I'm the one who sent Miranda those emails," Richard confessed. He held up his hand at Andrea's protests. "I wanted to see you happy. I know I violated your privacy, but I needed to see you with a person you love. I personally don't care that Miranda is a woman. But if she ever treats you like she did when you were her assistant...she will have me to deal with."

"Oh Daddy," Andrea rushed forward and squeezed him around the middle tightly. "Thank you for handling the guests after I left. Thank you for being so supportive. Thank you for sending Miranda those emails," she murmured. "Thank you thank you thank you."

Richard returned the hug and kissed her head. "I'm sure your mom with come around. She's just extremely disappointed that she didn't see you getting married today."

"I understand that," Andrea said. "But she needs to understand that if I were to be married today, I would be miserable for the rest of my life."

"I understand, and so will she. But give her time. See it from her perspective," Richard advised.

"You're right," Andrea mumbled. Extracting herself from her dad's strong and protective hug, Andrea walked over to the room where her mom disappeared and knocked softly. When there was no answer, she entered quietly and found her mom on the balcony. Andrea let herself out and joined her mom.

"I'm sorry," Andrea said softly.

"I know honey," Katherine sighed. "I'm not mad at you for leaving your own wedding...how could I? I'm not the groom. I'm just upset that you would lead Nate on like that."

"Yeah," Andrea hung her head. It was true. She had let Nate believe that she was 100% invested in their relationship.

"And the whole entire Miranda Priestly thing is hard for me to wrap my head around," Katherine admitted.

"Same here," Andrea laughed but quieted when she realized her mom wasn't laughing with her. She exhaled and looked out over the busy streets of New York. After some time with no talking, Andrea began to get uncomfortable and prepared to take her leave. "I have to go Mom."

"To her?" Katherine questioned.

"Uh, yeah," Andrea winced.

"See you later," she said, not even looking at Andrea.

It hurt so much more than if Katherine would to punch her in the face. Andrea's heart sunk and she shuffled away after saying, "I love you Mom." She slipped out off of the balcony, and after another fierce hug from her dad, left the hotel. Andrea hailed a cab, and climbed into it, giddiness invading her senses when she thought about Miranda waiting for her. What Andrea wouldn't give for one of Miranda's hugs, or better yet, her kisses at that very second. Impatiently, she stared out of the window as the cab drove impossibly slow through the heavy traffic. Finally, she reached Miranda's townhouse and practically tripped on her way out of the cab in her haste to get to her love. Andrea didn't even have to ring the doorbell. The door swung open to reveal Miranda in a midnight blue silk bathrobe, and Andrea's mouth watered at the sight. Pulling the starstruck brunette in by the elbow, Miranda claimed Andrea's lips quickly with her own. Andrea sighed with contentment and allowed Miranda to kiss away her pain, guilt, and sadness. Noticing her love was a bit distracted, Miranda pulled back.

"Are you alright?" Miranda's palms found themselves on Andrea's cheekbones.

"Yes," Andrea breathed against thin pink lips. "I am perfect, now that I'm with you."

Miranda blushed and brushed their lips together again. "I love you."

"And I love you."

So what did you guys think? Should I write another chapter detailing their (possible) wedding, or should I just leave it as a one-shot? Thank you so much :)