Title: Some Dreams Do Come True Chapter VIII

Rating: MA

Word Count: 1815

Summary: This story does not follow the move. In this story Miranda is about 35 and the twins are five. Andy's real name is Amelia but she still goes by Andy. Andy is the same age as in the movie.

So sorry it has taken me so long to post this next chapter. A horrible thing happened at my new job and it has taken time to recover from it, and be able to write again. I hate how real life interferes with the stories! :) I hope there are some of you still out there willing to continue reading this. I am really enjoying your comments, your so invested. They keep the : ) going. jhada keep up the suggestions!

All errors spelling, grammar are all mine. If you wish to correct me please feel free. English maybe my first language, but math and science were my specialty in school! : )

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to DWP. I just love playing with them.

Andy along with England's Ambassador, as a collaborating team were meeting to help smooth over a misunderstanding from many years before WWI between the two countries.

The mishap was not well known, but England still held a stern dislike for Genovian Royalty. Especially since royalty still governed Genovia, unlike in England were they are more of a show piece, and lead England in their good deeds. If Genovia wanted to increase their presence in the world they needed to correct this.

In the late 1700's Genovian's Royal Family took off to England on a peaceful mission to ally the two countries.

This is how the first Son of the Royal Family in England, and the first Daughter of the Royal Family from Genovia met, fell in love, and announced they would wed.

England's Royal Family refused to bless the union as their Son had been promised to another at his birth, as was common in those days.

The Prince left with the Royal Family back to Genovia, married the Princess, and became best friends with her Brother the heir to the throne.

Genovia excelled under the young King and his best friend in exports, and maintaining peace within the small country.

England's Royalty declined in the Government, and wars broke out as England lost its status as the most powerful government in the world.

England agreed to finally end the feud.

They agreed to make it official on US soil at the United Nations.

Amelia was there to negotiate for Genovia as the Queen was still too ill to travel.

Andy rushed to her room to change, and made it to the United Nations conference room just a few minutes late claiming the traffic was terrible.

Her grandmother was already present via remote satellite from Genovia.

Unable to address her Grandmother she smiled, and her Grandmother returned the affection, but felt there was something terribly wrong.

From the minute Andy sat down with England's Ambassador she knew it was going to be a long afternoon.

The man dripped sarcasm.

Andy could not see what the big deal was with this. It had been hanging over the two countries for far too long. There were no big laws that needed to be changed. Just an agreement. Plain and simple, so why was the man making a huge deal over it. You would think he was negotiation a peace deal between waring countries.

They had been at the table for two hours, and Andy lost it. She abruptly stood up, pushed her chair back aggressively, slammed her hands on the table, and took a deep breath. She did not want to be immature by yelling at the man, but she had it with him. "Mr. Ambassador! Please!"

The room went quiet, and all eyes were on her.

The Queen remained quiet, she needed Amelia to work this out herself.

Amelia would soon be in complete control of the country, and she needed to act accordingly.

Andy took another deep breath, "Ambassador, what can Genovia do for you, for us to complete this? Both countries are ready for this to be over. We have been working on an agreement for the last year. Everything was settled, and now you are dragging it out once again."

The Queen smiled, she was proud of how Amelia settled herself down. Clarisse knew this was difficult for the young headstrong woman.

The Ambassador sat, and stared, "You have your Grandfather's temper, and your Father's reasoning. I knew them both very well, they would be very proud with your diplomacy. You are right, the agreement has been made. Let us sign it now, and then celebrate."

The Ambassador turned to the Queen, "She will carry on their legacy as well as yours. I wanted to make sure she was strong, and worthy of such an agreement."

Clarisse smiled, and nodded. "Amelia I will go now, you finish here. If you need me you know I am only a call away."

Andy was a bit shocked.

She look at her Grandmother, nodded, and smiled.

Then she turned toward the Ambassador, "this was all a trick?" Her face once again was beginning to turn red, and her body was becoming ridged.

"Yes, I am sorry, but I had to know that someone so young and beautiful could also negotiate, and run a country. This means a lot to England it is not just some pretty little show, it will reinforce the status of Royals,"

Andy thought for a few minutes, and realized what the Ambassador was getting at.

She smiled, nodded, and shook the Ambassador's hand.

The treaty was signed, and they had a complementary drink together.

After all the pleasantries was completed Andy was driven back to the consulate, and she immediately called her Grandmother, "Grand-mère. Did you know he was going to do that?"

Clarisse chuckled, "No, but I am glad he did."

"Grand-mère!"

"Child. What has you so tense today. You know if you would have continued insulting the Ambassador we would be no where right now. All those long negotiations would have been wasted. I know to you it seems frivolous, but to England it is very important, and we need to recognize and acknowledge that. I am very happy with how you got yourself under control. Now tell me why you are like this?"

Andy sighed, "It is a long story."

"I have the rest of my life my sweet."

Andy was cautious but began her story. The further into the story she got the more of her feelings she released. When finally at the end she confessed to her Grandmother, "I love her Grand-mère. I love her with everything I am. I know she is the one, and I want to be there for her for everything, even the babies. I do not care who the Father is." By this time Andy was softly crying. Very few people got to see her cry but her Grandmother on more than one occasion got to see this side of Amelia. The passionate, soft side of her.

"Enfant, things will work out in time if it is meant to be."

"That is just it Grand-mère, I have a feeling it is not meant to be and I do not want to wait if it is. I want her now."

Clarisse chuckled again, "Children now a days are so impatient."

Meanwhile back at Runway Miranda was pacing in front of the huge window in her office.

Serena and Emily were sitting in the chairs in front of Miranda's desk.

Miranda had summoned them in as soon as she stepped off the elevator with Nigel.

Emily's eyes became wide, and questioning as she glared at Nigel.

Nigel just smiled back at her, wished everyone a good rest of the day, and turned to the Art Department.

"Emily."

Emily sat up straighter, "Yes Miranda."

"Nigel informed me you took over when I…Emily you are to book a one week vacation for the two of you anywhere you want to go. Make sure it includes spending money, and make sure the funds come from my personal account."

Emily sat, mouth open, eyes wide.

Serena supported a huge smile on her face.

Neither spoke.

Miranda looked at the two young women frozen. "That's all." And Miranda waved her hands in the air.

"But…but Miranda."

Miranda glared at Emily.

Serena stood up, and pulled on Emily's arm, "Come darling."

Emily stood, took one more look at Miranda, than left with Serena.

Before they could get out of the office Miranda turned, and looked out of the window, "My children are the most important things in my life. The compassion the two of you showed to them today meant a lot." Miranda huffed.

Serena pulled Emily the rest of the way out of the office. "Hurry, Emily before she changes her mind."

Emily looked at Serena, "How did she know?"

Miranda smiled to herself, "Emily do you think there is anything that goes on in Runway that I do not know anything about?"

Emily jumped, Serena snickered, and pulled her further into the outer office.

Miranda paced as she contemplated what Amelia had said to her. She could not wrap her mind around it all, but before she could envision the meaning of it all Irv made his presence in the outer office.

"I'm here to see Miranda." The man announced as he made his way to the forbidden door.

Emily jumped up, ran around her desk, and stood in front of him. "Miranda's very busy at the moment, and you do not have an appointment."

Irv's face became red, "Since when do I need an appointment?"

Emily bristled, and stood as tall as her tiny frame and six inch heels would allow.

"Emily, let the poor man in." Miranda huffed.

Emily frowned at Irv, and then took one step to the side, but only one step. If Irv wanted to get by her he could walk around her.

Miranda leaned back in her chair, and began caressing her lower lip with the pen she held.

"Irv, I'm honored." Miranda rolled her eyes.

Irv frowned, and shifted in his stance (God the woman was sexy, if only he could get her alone. Maybe he would have a chance this coming weekend.), "I have just received information that the Queen of Genovia has invited all the heads of the departments, and their families from Runway to her country for a long weekend. All expenses paid. We leave in Genovia's private jets, from JFK Friday morning, and will return Monday evening."

The man turned, and attempted to leave the office, but then he heard the low authoritative reply, "I will not be going."

He turned, and his face became red again. "We will not turn this invitation down. Everyone will be on that flight, or suffer the consequences. Especially you Miranda. You are Editor in Chief of this silly magazine, and if some Queen somewhere wants to give us a free trip we will take it. God knows you spend enough of our money maybe you can do some kind of silly shoot while we are there."

"Have you forgotten Runway makes more money for you than all of the other magazines combined?" Miranda hissed.

Irv huffed, turned, and walked out. "You will be there Miranda."

Clarisse sat in her chair after just hanging up the phone with some imbécile named Irv. With someone like that running Elias-Clarke Publications it was surprising Miranda was able to be so successful.

Clarisse's finger tapped at the side of her mouth, and she smiled. Something to think about. It would make things easier on Amelia and Miranda, and a great investment for Genovia.

Back to the present, she hoped the weekend would bring out the results she hoped for. And if she was right in her assumptions it would.