Andrea was not a moment late to Mirandas home. When she got there she walked up the stairs and before she could even reach the door Miranda greeted her there. "Andrea, come upstairs. I have something for you" she smiled, grabbing her hand and leading her up the three flights to her bedroom.

On the bed was a dark blue dress, laid out flat and Prada heels sat on top of them. "I wanted to do something different tonight. I grabbed these from the closet today. I think you would look great in it" she told her. Andrea was surprised and flattered. She held the dress up to her body and could see the expression on MIrandas face was excited.

"Put it on, the show starts at 8:30" she told her. "What show?" The woman asked, "That's a surprise" she smiled at her teasingly. "Put the dress on. My makeup is in the bathroom if you want to wear any. Meet me downstairs when you're finished" she pulled the door shut.

Twenty minutes later and Andrea walked down the stairs barefoot. Miranda was in the living room on the phone and watched her. Her eyes widened and then softened as she stood and observed her pulling on the tall Prada heels. "You look stunning, just as I expected" she told her. She finished her phone call and grabbed a coat from the closet in the hallway.

They went outside and Roy was already waiting for them with the car door open. "Good evening, Andy" Roy said to her with a smile. "always nice to see you" he told her. He closed the door for them and then got into the drivers seat. "Can you tell me where we're headed, Roy?" Andrea asked. She saw him grin in the rear view mirror and shake his head. "Sure cant" He pulled out into the street and headed downtown.

Miranda took Andreas hand in the backseat. Her hand felt small and soft against her own. "How was you're day, darling?" She asked her. It was not too long before they were pulling up to the curb outside of a theater. "You told me you've never seen a broadway play. I wont allow that" Miranda smiled at her.

They got out and instead of walking into the theater a woman greeted them in the lobby and lead them backstage. "What are we doing?" Andrea asked but Miranda just smiled at her without an answer. "Andrea id like you to meet a few friends of mine" she told her, motioning to a group of actors sitting in a relaxing area not far from the stage entrance.

The young woman was taken aback. She recognized several faces. Two famous actresses she had seen in films and television were among the many the two of them greeted. "Andrea has never seen a Broadway play before. I figured what better production than this to break her in" she smiled. They all laughed and told her she hoped that she has a good time.

They drank some wine with a couple of them that Miranda seemed especially close to. One of the older actresses approached Andrea when Miranda was speaking to someone else. She was nervous at first, she knew who she was, she had been on television for years.

"You're staring, sweetheart" she said to her discreetly. Andrea looked at her wide eyed and smiled "Oh, I didn't realize" she smiled shyly. "She's a force of nature, its hard not to catch feelings for her. You seem to make her happy" she told her. "She makes me happy too".

"Just be careful, doll. She might not be as in touch with her feelings as perhaps she should be" the actress warned her. "What do you mean?" Andrea felt this begged for more questions. "An old dyke knows another when she sees one" the woman laughed light heartedly. "It takes some of us longer than others to come to terms with it, you know what I mean?" She nudged her.

"Oh I'm not gay" Andrea said all too quickly. The woman looked at her sideways and smiled. "Like I said, it takes some of us longer than others. Enjoy the show sweetheart, I've got to go warmup" she told her, giving her a wink before she walked away.

A few minutes before showtime, they left the backstage area and found their seats. Andrea felt special, she felt more than any other evening this certainly felt like a date. One of the best she's ever been on. "This is amazing, Miranda" she told her.

They exchanged meaningful smiles the entire evening and during intermission Miranda introduced her to several more of her friends that sat near them.

After it was over, they waited outside for Roy to pick them up. "Are you up for some coffee? I know a great shop not far from the house" Miranda asked her.

The two young men working at the coffee shop recognized Miranda and immediately went to work on the drink she always ordered. Andrea instead of coffee opted for a hot tea instead. They seemed pleasantly surprised by Mirandas demeanor this evening. Andrea knew this kind and lighthearted Miranda, no one seemed to be used to.

They found a cozy little couch in the corner near the back of the shop. A couple of people were busy with their heads in their laptops and didn't even noticed they were there. It was an entirely lovely evening, one for the record books.

Andrea could certainly get used to living like this with Miranda. She could get used to seeing her everyday and coming home to her in the evenings. She wondered now more than ever exactly what was going on in that head of hers. Was she feeling the same way about her?

Somehow the conversation turned into something she had not imagined it to any time soon. She had always had a rule, never talk about religion or politics with someone when your just beginning to get to know them. There is a reason for such a rule.

Somehow faith was brought into what they were speaking about. "I haven't stepped foot in a church since I left Ohio" she said without much thought. "Why do you think that is?" Miranda asked her.

"Well, before coming to New York I was a baptist, mostly because of my parents. But there were several things that changed me throughout the years. I believe in God but I don't know about the whole religion thing" She tried to explain. SHe didn't want to get into specific details, she didn't want this to turn into some kind of debate. She still wanted to enjoy this evening with Miranda.

"I used to feel the same way. My father was jewish, my mother was catholic. I was raised in the church, I went to catholic school, I even attended a catholic university. I still go to mass from time to time, although in my early thirties I strayed. These last few years, I've found that Its something I need in my life" Miranda told her. Andrea could see now that her faith meant much more to her than it meant to her. "Was there something in particular that made you not wish to attend anymore?" She asked the young woman.

"Well... My best friend growing up was gay. When we first started high school, his parents sent him away for conversion therapy. Our pastor told him he was going to hell if he didn't change; the whole church found out and then his family was shunned. Then it got around to our high school and everyone turned on him there. He's okay now but he was lucky to ever make it out of that mess alive. That changed a lot of things for me" Andrea told her.

She could feel herself growing nervous now. She saw the expression change on Mirandas face, not unlike the look she had seen when she wouldn't answer whether she had feelings for women in the past.

"I'm very sorry for your friend. These things can be difficult to figure out when you call yourself a christian. I've learned alot through the years, seen much more than I cared to ever see..." She sighed and played with the rim of her coffee cup. The young woman noticed she hadn't drank much of it.

"Do you believe it's wrong?" Andrea asked. The question occurred to her because she was beginning to get the sense that she did. She had never taken Miranda to be an overly religious woman. She knew she attended church somewhat regularly but she had not expected her to have any extreme opinions. Especially considering the industry she was apart of.

"I think for two people to love each other, there is no controlling that. However acting on desires... sexual desires... is something else entirely. I think we have choices when it comes to acting on such things... we have the choice to live as God intended or to live against his will" Miranda tried to explain.

Andrea was not sure how to respond to this at first. She took it in and tried to relax into the couch. This made her stomach sink, not only did she not understand such ideas, she realized then that Miranda was likely not interested in her romantically.

This was something she felt passionately about though, it was no small thing to her that she felt this way about homosexuality. "I think if two people are lucky enough to find each other in this world, to fall in love... it is not wrong whatsoever for them to express that love to each other" She said confidently. Miranda smiled sadly and nodded.

"Love is a wonderful thing and I wouldn't wish anyone to deny that for themselves but we have choices and God has been clear about what he desires for us" Miranda said softly, cautiously, as if she was afraid that the words would offend her. "If God created us as we are, then why would he create someone with these feelings, only to condemn them for it?" Andrea asked her bluntly.

She felt differently then, her opinion, her view of who she thought Miranda was had changed. She perhaps wasn't who she thought she was at all. Perhaps she had misinterpreted their evenings together completely. Then she thought about her conversation with the actress before the play. Was this what she meant when she said Miranda wasn't quite in touch with her feelings?

"That's a good question" Miranda conceded. Their eyes locked for a long time and Andrea smiled nervously, not sure what else to say or to do. She was ready for this conversation to end. They didn't agree about something that was fundamental to Andrea and it was taking her a long while to process the meaning of it.

Andrea looked at her watch and saw that it was nearly midnight. "They'll be closing up soon. Should we head back to your house?" She suggested. They climbed back into the car together and were silent most of the drive back, though it wasn't far at all.

Once inside Andrea went upstairs to Mirandas bedroom and tried to take off the dress. She was finding she couldn't quite get it off. She went into Mirandas study just down the hall and asked her to help her unzip it. She couldn't deny that a part of her wanted to test her, gauge her reaction to helping her undress.

Miranda slid the zipper down her back. She heard her take a deep breath behind her. "It looks beautiful on you,Andrea. Why don't you keep it?" She told her before sitting back down in her chair. Turning to look at her, holding up the front of the dress, she noticed that she was slightly flushed and looking away from her. Perhaps intentionally.

"Miranda, I couldn't.. its too expensive" Andrea protested. "Nonsense, I want you to keep it" she insisted. "Wow, thank you. I don't think I could ever repay you". Miranda looked up at her finally and smiled crookedly, "You don't have to but if you want to... I'm sure you'll think of something" she winked.

Andrea left that evening feeling strangely different about Miranda. On the edge of where she was, worshiping the ground she walked on, to feeling sad about her. Their conversation at the coffee shop, combined with her unwillingness to share about whether she's been with women in the past has made her feel confused about exactly who Miranda really is. Perhaps she doesn't know her as well as she thought she did.

She knew now, if she had any hope of saving herself from heartache, she should stop seeing her this often. It would never be what she wanted. If Miranda doesn't believe two women should be together physically then she knows her hope for ever having a romantic relationship with her is only a fantasy.

Yet still, Miranda invited her to dinner at least once a week and Andrea could never seem to tell her no. The truth was, she looked forward to them. Even lived for them. Just being in her presence made her feel better, made her feel alive and happy like she had never felt before. Not even with Nate.

She hated to admit it, but as the weeks wore on like this, she was falling in love with this woman. And it was tearing her apart. She had to tell her soon, or she knew this would drive her insane.