I do not own anything from DWP I have just borrowed the characters for inspiration.

Rated M for some very nice Mirandy time.

The next week the Singer Special Issue came out. Runway was starting to get use to the madhouse in front of Elias-Clarke. Miranda with her steely gaze that showed contempt to all the fuss was having the time of her life.

With the expectation of the Documentary coming out it was like walking the red carpet. Even those not involved with the Documentary got into it and started answering questions of the paparazzi. Rumors of Meryl Streep singing in the Documentary was confirmed from the pictures in the issue.

"Miranda, your daughters are in the issue and in the documentary. Why have you allowed them to be photographed now?" Came a shout from the press.

"Playing piano with Billy Joel was a big event in their life and it was recorded. My girls have played the piano for years and he has been their idol. Playing piano for Meryl Streep would be a grown musicians dream think what it was for my two girls. They enjoyed themselves and agreed to it being publicized." Miranda announced proudly.

"What is next for Runway? You seem to be full of surprises lately Miranda." Yelled another.

"Well, I am glad you asked that. The first of the year Runway will be producing a new magazine. Teen Runway."

There was a lot of chatter. "Will Alexandra be seen again in Teen Runway?" Asked a younger member from the crowd.

"Yes, she will be the featured designer in the first issues." Miranda mused, the girl was going to be a huge success. At that point Miranda led Andréa into the building.

Nigel walked into the inner lair. "Miranda, the first numbers are out. The magazine is a hit and pre-release tickets for the documentary is high for that type of release. HBO is ecstatic."

Miranda looked up over her glasses, "And Irv?"

Nigel eyed Miranda, "Furious, I heard he was going to the board with a complaint."

Miranda glared, "What kind of complaint? Runway is making more money for Elias-Clarke then it ever has. Leslie assured me there was nothing he could hold against me."

Nigel shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine." Miranda was curious.

Miranda's phone pinged. She looked at it, a message from Andréa. "Hey sexy lady. Runway is running high. How about you?"

Miranda grinned. She typed in a reply. "I love you too," and sent it off. "Do we have everyone's dress ready for the red carpet?"

Nigel nodded grinning, only Andréa could have elicited a smile like that.

Runway was a madhouse the afternoon of the premier. Most of the staff were invited and hair and make-up were being done all over the place.

Serena was doing Miranda, Andy, Emily, the twins and Alexandra, and there were security guards all over to protect the jewels. Nigel dressed everyone from the designers who had dressed the singers. The twins, and Emily all wore Alexandra.

Miranda, Andréa, Nigel, Emily, Serena, the girls and Alexandra all arrived in one limo. They were shocked to see the crowds of people on each side of the carpet. The noise was deafening.

Once the limo pulled up and it was announced who was in it the screaming escalated. Roy got out and opened the door. The first thing everyone saw was the red sole shoe on a very toned leg of one Miranda Preistly. Once she got out she looked around and she was smiling, a real smile. Miranda turned back to the car leaned down and took Andréa's hand. As they walked the carpet the shouts for the two woman and the girls to stop for pictures and autographs was over whelming. Miranda had never given out an autograph before. Andréa and Nigel had to laugh, and the girls were having the time of their life.

The group met up with Meryl, her husband Don, Roberta and her two sons. The requests for more pictures was amazing. Turn here, look over here, we want the whole group, we want Miranda and Meryl. Miranda huffed and rolled her eyes.

Meryl laughed at Miranda, "Now you know how the models feel."

Andy laughed, "Only you could get away with that comment Meryl." Miranda glared at the two women. One lucky photographer captured that shot and it ended up on page six the next day.

The group turned as the roar of the crowd once again became so deafening it made the ground vibrate. The sign that one of the stars had arrived. Don leaned over Miranda's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "You have a mega hit on your hands." Miranda turned and grinned at the elusive man in Meryl's life, she was one lucky lady.

Tina Turner was the last to show up for the big event. An honor usually reserved for Miranda but just this once she gladly gave up that distinction.

Once inside everyone was escorted to their assigned seats. Andy had to laugh because everyone was given a bucket of popcorn and a drink. Grown men and women in tuxedos and couture evening gowns eating popcorn.

The head of HBO settled the crowd and thanked everyone for coming. He proceeded to explain the creation of the documentary and the decision to offer it up in the theaters versus TV. At that point he asked Miranda to come up on the stage. He personally thanked her for Runways cooperation. She acknowledged the thank you but proceeded to inform him she had indeed thought of the idea after bumping into Tina Turner, but it took many staff at Runway to put the whole thing together, and thanks to Meryl money was going to a very good cause.

Miranda was pleased with the documentary. The girls were wonderful on the screen. Andréa caught Miranda wiping away a tear as they played while Meryl sang. They were so excited seeing themselves up on the huge screen now everyone at school would see them.

After the documentary was finished there was a short reception. They mingled with the designers, and musicians. Miranda smiled as she caught the twins sitting with Taylor singing some of her songs with her. Good thing there wasn't a piano around or they would be on it. Andréa walked up to Miranda and tucked her arm in Miranda's and laid her head on Miranda's shoulder. "They are never going to forget this. It was good you let this happen."

Miranda caressed Andréa's arm, "They do look so very happy do they not? I wish for them to always be this way."

The night was all over before anyone knew it, and the walk back out to the cars was just as loud and crowded. It seemed no one could get enough of the large group of stars.

Alexandra was called over to many groups of young teenagers. Miranda smiled as the girl posed for pictures and talked with the teens. She was being true to herself and Miranda approved. Once all were inside the limo they took off. The twins were fast asleep before they hit the first stoplight.

After they got the twins settled into bed Miranda took Andréa's hand and led her back to their bedroom. She closed the door and guided Andréa back up against it. Miranda just stared at the face, and deep browns eyes in front of her.

"Miranda?"

A tear dropped from Miranda's eye, "I love you so much. I never want to lose this."

Andréa caressed Miranda's cheek, "You are never going to lose this."

Miranda smiled and pulled Andréa's face to her and kissed her. Her hands ran over Andréa's shoulders and slid the straps to her gown down and off her arms allowing the gown to pool at Andréa's feet. Miranda gazed at Andréa and licked her lips. Andréa had goose bumps from the inspection Miranda was giving her body. Andréa shivered as Miranda laid kisses at the base of her neck and down over her shoulder. Miranda cupped a breast and blew warm air over the already erect nipple. Andréa gasped. Miranda licked the bud and Andréa shuddered.

Miranda took Andréa's hand once again and took her over to the bed where she laid her down. Miranda reached behind her and slid the zipper to her dress down and let it fall to the floor. Andréa was in awe at the glowing pale skin of the body standing in front of her. Miranda lowered herself on top of Andréa and kissed her at the corner of each eye, on the nose, and then on her lips. Miranda pulled back with Andréa's bottom lip between her teeth and Andréa shuddered, "Miranda."

Miranda smiled as she slid down between Andréa's sticky wet legs. Miranda's hand found its way through Andréa's glistening curls, between the folds, and inside of her. Andréa's muscles tightened around Miranda's fingers as she moved them in and out. It wasn't long before Andréa arched her hips and came, calling out Miranda's name. As Miranda repositioned herself up around Andréa's body she pulled a sheet up over them and the two women fell asleep.

The next week at Runway did not quiet down. Irv had not shown up to the premier and Miranda had to find out why and what he thought he had on her. She headed for Irv's office and walked through the outer office followed by Irv's secretary. "Miranda I keep telling you he is not here. He has not been here for the last two days and he has not called in." Miranda stood there looking around running her finger over her bottom lip.

What was the little man up too? Miranda mused it seemed most men had been a big disappointment in her life. Her Father had tried but as time wore on he could not stand up to protect her from her Mother's illness when she was little. Her husbands could not handle her strength and power, so left. Irv has never supported her or Runway. It is a wonder she had even been hired or that Runway was published by Elias-Clarke. Her Brother and Nigel had been the only two exceptions.

She entered her outer office and as she passed the first assistants desk demanded, "Call Leslie, I want to see her."

Leslie walked into the office, seeing Miranda turned in her chair looking out the window she cleared her throat.

Miranda turned around with coffee cup in hand. "Sit Leslie please."

"That was quite a party for the documentary the other night. Congratulations. First estimates on proceeds for the School of Music is amazing."

Miranda smiled, "Thank you Leslie."

Leslie flipped her hands up in the air, "So what did you need me for?"

"What is going on with Irv and what does he think he has on me?"

Leslie frowned, "Well nothing like getting right to the point. You know Miranda if I could tell you I would. Just let me say you have nothing to worry about."

Miranda glared, "so he is trying to shoot me down? Why now when Runway is excelling?"

Leslie rubbed her hand over her face. God she hated not being able to tell Miranda what was going on, "Miranda do not think about it. I told you, you have nothing to worry about. Just leave it go."

Miranda took a deep breath. "I am going to Scotland for the holidays, my sister is getting married, should I be leaving the country right now?"

"Yes, Miranda go enjoy yourself. I cannot tell you anything but trust me you have nothing to worry about."

"You will let know me if anything changes?"

Leslie smiled and got up, "Will do Miranda."