I'm sorry guys but this one doesn't get any more cheery... full authors note at the end of the fic.

My darling Jessica

For the whole of my career I have been known for my ability to spot talent long before anyone else. It is something I have always prided myself on and I'm proud to say that I've had my hand in some of the greatest discoveries in fashion over the last several decades. I have always been driven by a desire to see what most people don't see, something which I have no doubt stems from growing up with no one to recognise what I was capable of.

I spent a lot of my life believing I had talent for nothing, that only my determined nature would get me to where I wanted to be. While recognising the talent in others I failed to notice the talent in myself because my family never gave me reason to believe I had any. It has been my life's mission to make sure that my children, then my grandchildren, could never claim the same.

I first saw the talent in you at three years old in your love of all the different textures of fabrics and your obvious knack for finding complementary colours. I used to relish in the opportunity to take you to a gala or a showing or just to have you at Runway because you could already spot trends and your honesty meant that you had no problem speaking your mind (it was a quality I loved in you even when you upset Donatella that night you told her her dress looked like Big Bird and it wasn't ok!). you'll never know exactly how many layouts were changed because you pointed out something that even I had not noticed.

I thought for a while that editing might be in your future but then I had the opportunity to watch you draw, create and I knew I had been wrong. You were made for fashion my darling and I am sure that one day your name will be up there with the greats.

I know how hard it was to persuade your mother of this fact and there were several nights I sat on the other end of the phone while she ranted and raved about my bad influence on you. All she saw of fashion was the damage it did, the pain it inflicted on me and by extension, her and her sister, and that is not the life she wants for you, it's not the life I want for you either. I do know that she is proud of you though sweetheart and that she sees the talent in you that I have always seen. I know too that you will handle your success better than I ever did.

You are probably wondering why I am rambling so, it is mostly because I cannot find the words to properly express how proud I am of you and how assured I am that you will succeed in anything you put your mind to. I love you my darling and I am heartbroken to know that I will not get to see you grow any further into the wonderful woman you are shaping up to be.

I found this sketch book when I was sorting through a box of very old things and knew immediately that it was meant for you. Keep it as a reminder of how much I love you, a reminder that your talent is seen and believed in, even in your darkest days, that someone has faith in you even when you don't have faith in yourself.

Look after yourself sweetheart, grasp every opportunity that is thrown your way and live the life I know you deserve. Look after your Grams for me, I know you will make sure she doesn't lose her shine.

Never forget that I love you, that I believe in you. Always.

Grandma Randa x

Jessica read the letter again and again, unable to stop the tears streaming down her cheeks. She missed her grandmother more than she could quantify, the older woman had been her driving force and her strongest supporter and without her she wasn't sure how she was going to keep on going. Every time she had sat down to work since the woman's passing she had only been able to sit and stare at a blank page, ideas unable or unwilling to make themselves heard.

The letter and the book had been waiting for her when she returned home from the funeral and she'd opened it immediately, been unable to put it down. Sliding the string from around the sketchbook she slowly absorbed every detail. She'd seen her grandmother sketch before but they had been rough doodles compared to what she was holding. Each sketch was precise and neat, the notes lining the margins concise but informative. There were some re-workings of classic statement pieces with alternate suggestions for colour or fabric but for the most part they were original designs. Jess couldn't fathom how no one had ever noticed exactly how much talent her grandmother had.

In the moment, looking at her the work of the woman who had inspired and encouraged her for all of her life she realised that she could and would continue to move forward. She would re-find her muse and her success and she could do it because, not only did she have Miranda Priestley's blood pumping in her veins, but more importantly she had the support, love and faith of the most powerful woman fashion had ever seen and she was ready to make her proud.

A/N: I'm so pleased that this was already written and finished and all it needed was typing up otherwise I fear you never would have seen it. Just after I posted the last instalment I received a phonecall to say that my own grandmother had passed away. It was sudden and totally unexpected, she hadn't been ill, her heart simply stopped. Obviously I've spent the last few days in bits, this instalment never far from my thoughts because it hit so god damned close to home, I have only decided to tackle it today because I very much want you guys to have it and I knew the longer I left it the less likely I would be to look back at it.

My grandma never read anything I wrote, it was hard enough for her to wrap her head around my sexuality and the fact I was marrying a woman, I wasn't going to even try and get her to understand fanfiction, but she knew I was always writing and she was always supportive. I'd like to dedicate this part to her, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, a great grandmother and most recently a great great grandmother who was always at the centre of everything and who kept her family together who will be missed greatly by us all.

I again thank you all for the support, I hope to be able to come back to this little series one day and maybe add some more but forgive me if that is a long time coming. L x