Andrea flops down on the California king bed, in the center of her room. Miranda had just finished giving her the grand tour, of the mansion she now called home, it was enormous. There was a total of seven bedrooms, and they went unused almost all of the time, Andrea thought that to be a waste… But to be fair, she wasn't rich. Her favorite part was the kitchen, completely and utterly gorgeous, everything looked brand new and as if it came out of a professional kitchen, all of the walls were neutral in the main floor, the bathrooms too, but once you walked up the stairs…. There was so much blue, and grey, seemingly Miranda's favorite color, as well as Andy's. Art of all kinds decorated the halls, sculptures, paintings an original Monet…. It was beautiful, and understated, exactly what Andy had expected. But now she was laying in a giant, soft bed, surrounded by feather pillows and a soft lilac duvet and she was overwhelmed, her closet was full of couture and the bathroom was the size of her old bedroom at Dani's, and there was so much Andy wanted to know, and so much she wanted to see, but Miranda was so….. enigmatic. She hurt the young girl's brain. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Miranda knew that she was taking a huge risk, sure she was out as a lesbian, she had been for 15 years- and yes, she was cemented in her career, so that wasn't the issue….. But this woman, a mere girl, practically a minor! She was enough of a risk in her own right. With her deep, innocent chocolate eyes and those deep pink, pouting lips… she was a risk all right. Sighing deeply, she stood from her mahogany desk, setting the book aside, she felt the tension pull at her as she did so, deciding to herself she needed a break she walked down the hall, pass the young woman's room and into the music room. It was everything she had ever needed in one room. She sits at the piano bench, perching her fingers on the keys before closing her eyes and letting the music flow from her fingertips. "Miss Priestly… I'm sorry, but, you can't, you can't get pregnant. It seems you have an abnormally shaped uterus….." "Miss Priestly I'm sorry but, with your work schedule we can't let you adopt, we have no concerns over your abili….." "Miranda, you promised me, a baby….. I can't believe you lied to me! You told me! I can't! You said you could! You lied!" Tears pouring down her cheeks, she hears a creak, and whips her head around, seeing a tear stained face looking back at her, with swimming chocolate eyes. "I told you, this room was off limits." Her voice is shakier than she would have liked. "I'm sorry, it was just so beautiful, and lovely… and painful." She sighed, "I'm sorry, I'll go." Miranda shook her head, "Sit." Just then Miranda realized she was opening herself up to the young girl. Uh Oh.