So that thing I wasn't going to write anymore of...I kind of did and there is another part to follow this one! This doesn't come with a tissue warning like the rest does either!

Andrea's heart constricted painfully as she took in the pictures projected onto the screens around the event space. Jessica had warned her of what to expect but even the knowledge hadn't prepared her for seeing her wife's face all over the place. The central image, a composite of Miranda at the height of her publishing power, facing a recent image of their granddaughter, their profiles almost identical drew her eye and she couldn't help but smile, it really was beautiful and summed up the premise of the collection beautifully. It was Jess' first show since finishing her degree and the line had been two years in the making, Jess, ever the perfectionist like her grandmother, had worked tirelessly to bring her vision and the older woman's vision to life and Andrea was pleased that she could be there to see the fruits of the girls labor. After graduation Jess had moved into the town house, converting the attic into a live in studio and the older woman had barely seen her, regularly having to venture upstairs to remind her to eat and sleep. She reminded her so much of how Miranda had been in the beginning that she worried for a long time that she was going to follow in her grandmothers footsteps, working too hard and not making meaningful connections, something which Miranda had hated the idea of for any of her family. It all changed when Jess met Kat though, she'd seen the change in her granddaughter immediately, Jess had been truly happy for the first time since Miranda's death, she had spent time out of the house while still managing to be productive and it was very obvious that their little girl was in love. Kat was a perfect balance for her and Andrea was quietly sure that they would stay together for the long haul.

Spotting Caroline and Cassidy in the front row she wandered through the gathered crowd and took the seat between them,

"Hey Ma," Caroline smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek at the same time as Cassidy did the same on her other side,

"Hey," she offered, squeezing both of their hands, "Where are the boys?"

"They're around somewhere," Cassidy shrugged, "Probably following a champagne tray around, you know what they are like."

"Quite," Andrea chuckled, "How is Jessica doing? I didn't want to go back and get in her way."

"She's flapping but everything is ready, she'll be fine as soon as the first model steps out."

They talked quietly as the seats around them filled up and the boys returned from wherever they had been. When the lights dimmed one of the twins took each hand and she held her breath as a lamp back lit the first model giving away nothing but a silhouette as snippets of interviews that Miranda had given over the years played over the speakers and images from the sketchbook that her wife had left Jess flashed across the screen. Hearing her wife's voice after so long without was a shock to her system but it soon became a secondary concern as the models started moving down the runway, finally unveiling what Jess had been so secretive about for the last two years.

Andrea was the first on her feet when all of the models reappeared with Jessica at their head, but it wasn't long until the rest of the room were up with her applauding. The collection was amazing, a perfect combination of Miranda's original designs and Jessica's unique style, something Miranda would have been totally proud of. Their little girl was all grown up and Andrea could see in the moment that Miranda had been right all along, Jessica was talented and she would go far.

"Grams!" the minute Jess spotted her she pushed her way through the group of reporters and reps around her in a breach of etiquette which would have had Miranda spitting fire, and bounded towards her. Andrea pulled her into a hug and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"It was wonderful my love,"

"You think so?"

"I know so, and so do all of these people who want to speak to you. Your grandmother would have been exceptionally proud and exceptionally smug no doubt."

"I wish she was here," Jessica murmured and Andrea tightened her hold,

"I know sweetheart, I do too, but she was here, in some small way, in every piece that walked down that Runway." over her granddaughters shoulder she could see the clamor of people waiting to speak to her, "Look, you need to speak to all of these people, I'll see you at home? I'll make dinner for everyone."

"You wont stay?"

"No darling, but I'll see you at the house ok, bring everyone back with you." since losing Miranda, Andrea had avoided the press at all costs, not needing to hear what they wanted to say, what questions they thought were appropriate. They had cooled towards the family considerably after Miranda's retirement, realizing that there was bigger news to write about that two women who were happy together, that was until Miranda's second diagnosis. It had all picked up again then, all the way through the relatively short battle, the funeral and the weeks that followed and Andrea didn't want to go back there, didn't want to be asked how she was since she had lost her wife.

"Ok," Jessica stepped away and offered a smile, "We'll be back soon ok?"

"Don't rush, enjoy the moment. Your grandmother would come back and kill me if she thought you'd rushed because of me. My car will be waiting, I'll see you at home my darling."

Later that night, having excused herself from the gathering downstairs, Andrea sat at her desk in the study attempting to edit the manuscript laid out in front of her. Her fourth novel had been published the year before, the process had helped her greatly through the first year after Miranda's death but now that that was done she knew that it was time she stopped avoiding the promise she had made to her wife before she died.

After retirement Miranda had, predictably, gotten very bored very quickly. After talking through her options and finding some charities she could actively support Miranda had decided that she wanted to write a book which had rather swiftly morphed into two books. The first, a fashion retrospective spanning Miranda's decades in the industry with snippets of inside information and Miranda's own honest opinions, had been released six years later and had been a huge success. The second, Miranda's memoir which had caused a bidding war the likes of which Andrea had never seen, was what was sitting on Andrea's desk half edited. It was a process they had started together but when Miranda had gotten too ill to focus she'd made Andrea promise that she would be the one who finished the job. It was a painful process though, especially since she had reached the part where she had begun to appear in the older woman's life as well as in her thoughts, Miranda was being candidly honest, giving insight into their story which only they had shared up until this point and although it was wonderful to know that Miranda was happy to share that side of their relationship it was a hard memory to work through after so little time.

A knock at the door pulled her attention away from the text and she pushed her glasses up onto her head as she called for whoever it was to come in. It was Kat's face that appeared around the door and she ushered her in with a smile as she moved to the sofa.

"Sorry to interrupt you, I just wondered if we could have a chat?"

"Of course honey, come and sit down, what's going on?"

"Well," Kat started and Andrea could see that she was nervous, "I've spoken to Caroline and Peter already but I wanted to speak to you too. I know how much Jess loves you and how much your opinion means to her and well, I wanted to ask for your blessing in asking Jess to marry me." it was moments like that, the important moments, that Andrea was sure that she could feel Miranda's presence at her back, her hand on her shoulder, and subconsciously her own hand moved to cover it.

"Oh Kat," she smiled, "of course you have my blessing, what Jess has with you is all I've ever wanted for her, you understand her and her work and you make her happy, I couldn't ask for anything more. I'm honored that you even thought to ask me."

"You and Miranda mean so much to Jess and I know she means an awful lot to you too, I wanted you to be part of this. My only regret is that Miranda can't be part of it too."

"And mine," Andrea nodded, pushing herself to her feet, "Though she would have grilled you very intently on your intentions before giving you even the slightest hint she was happy for you. She'd have liked you though Kat, I can tell you that much."

"I wish I could have met her and told her that my only intention for Jess is to make her happy and love her for as long as she will let me."

"That's all either of us would ever ask of you," she said, squeezing the girls shoulder, "Why don't you pour us both a drink and I'll be back in a second."

When she returned a few minutes later Kat was looking much more relaxed, a tumbler of whiskey cradled in her hand, a second on the coffee table.

"I imagine you already have a ring and a plan but I want you to have this too." It wasn't a flashy engagement ring by any means, Andrea hadn't been able to afford flashy at the time, it was simple, vintage, with a diamond flanked on either side by much smaller white diamonds. Miranda had professed that she loved it even through Andrea's apologies for it and it wasn't until several years later when Andrea was financially comfortable but Miranda had refused a replacement ring, that she actually believed her.

"Oh Andrea I couldn't."

"You could and you will, Miranda wanted Jess to have this and I do too," Andrea smiled, pressing the box into the girls hand and hugging her before settling back into her seat with her tumbler in hand, "Now tell me, how are you going to propose to my only granddaughter?"