I do not own DWP I just borrowed the characters for the inspiration.
Alexandra was showcasing the January issue and while Miranda was in Chicago she worked night and day. Every morning she brought more sketches to Nigel. Nigel rubbed his bald head and looked at them all. They were amazing and impossible to decide which ones to have put together. Nigel looked at the girl. Miranda finds them all.
Nigel took a deep breath. "We are going to try something here. Come around the desk." He motioned to Alexandra. He laid out some of the sketches. "Now I want you to look at these and I want you to point to the ones that really speak to you. Do not think about it. Pick with your heart."
Alexandra went down the rows and pointed to a few. They did this with all the sketches and ended up with ten.
Nigel then laid out those ten. "Now I want you to put them in order one through ten. Do not think use your heart." Alexandra went down the row moving pages back and forth.
Nigel smiled. "These are the five that will be made up and placed in the issue."
Alexandra stood in amazement. "How did you do that?"
Nigel shrugged, "Every designer has many ideas in their head, but the good ones, the real good ones, just know which of them will work. It comes from their heart. You have it."
Alexandra was shocked, "I do?"
Nigel nodded. "You never hesitated. Just picked them."
"Where do they get sewn?" Alexandra inquired.
"For now they will be sent to one of our established designers and once you are off and running you will have your own workers." Nigel simply stated.
Alexandra coughed. "I will have my own shop?" Her head was spinning.
Forgetting how young Alexandra was Nigel replied simply, "Of course."
"I would like to supervise my sketches being made." Alexandra insisted.
Nigel grinned, "No problem in fact you need to pick out the material and instruct on any special sewing techniques you want done on them. Let me get something's together and I will have Emily go with you."
Alexandra took a deep breath. "I cannot thank you enough Nigel."
Nigel laughed. "When the January issue comes out a super seller it will be us who will not be able to thank you enough."
Alexandra blushed, "You really think they are that good?"
Nigel rubbed his bald head as he studied the young girl, "If they weren't Miranda would not be helping you out. Second best does not go into Runway."
Alexandra thought about this. Miranda does not do second best, and she is helping me. A small smile sneaked across the girls face. She had surely died and gone to heaven. She would have to think of some way to thank Miranda.
Miranda was so glad to be back at work where she could control everything. Before she even exited the elevator she said only one word. "Nigel." Thank god there was hot coffee awaiting her in the inner lair. She sat and picked up the cup taking a large sip letting the hot liquid run down her throat. Nigel walked in the office and laid the December issue on the desk. Miranda looked up over her glasses as he slid The Book toward her.
Nigel sat in silence while Miranda perused the pages. "It is another winner Miranda. Emily's cover is just mesmerizing." Miranda was looking at the inner pages of the wedding shoot. The models were all soft and warm as snow fell around them. She did not know how Anne did it.
Nigel cleared his throat, "There is one thing I wanted to get your opinion on before I placed it in the issue." Miranda looked at him with an arched eyebrow. Nigel passed a picture over to Miranda. "I want to place a copy of this on the Editor's Page." It was a picture of Serena proposing to Emily.
Miranda was quiet for a few minutes as she contemplated what she would write for this. She ran the pen in her hand over her bottom lip and nodded. "Nice job."
Nigel let out the breath he was holding. Miranda was placing some sticky notes in the issue. When she was done she handed The Book back to Nigel.
"The dresses are ready for your first fitting." Nigel announced. Miranda looked up and smiled. "They should be here Friday. We can do you and Six anytime during the day. The girls should come here after school. I hope you do not mind but I took the liberty to have one made for your sister too." Miranda raised an eyebrow. "She can come by anytime during the day for a fitting."
Miranda nodded. "That's all."
Nigel gathered The Book stood up and left. Looking up he saw Miranda's reflection in the glass door and she was smiling brighter than he had ever seen. Finally Miranda was truly happy. Her life was full.
Once Nigel was out of the office Miranda called for John. "I want to speak with Emily and Serena." Miranda sent off a text to Andréa. "I love you now, tomorrow and forever. Thanks for this morning."
Emily and Serena walked into Miranda's office arms loaded with wedding plans. They sat down at the desk and took a couple of boxes off the pile and set them down on the desk.
Serena smiled, "your wedding save the date cards and invitations. We have a calligrapher to address them and the save the date cards will go out the end of the week. The invitations will go out the end of February."
Miranda eyed the two women sitting across from her, "Serena you are looking lovely." Serena blushed. "So have the two of you picked a date yet?"
"Yes the end of January. I will be as big as a cow but that's O.K." Serena tenderly rubbed her belly. Emily just rolled her eyes.
Miranda smiled imagining Andrea was the one sitting across from her rubbing her growing abdomen. "You have Nigel find you a wedding dress, you will be radiant. I assume Emily will be wearing the dress she showcased?" Miranda pushed a copy of the cover of the December issue toward the two girls. Serena took in a breath. Emily gasped.
"Can she really?" Serena quietly asked.
Miranda nodded.
Emily looked up. "Thank you Miranda."
Miranda smiled sweetly, "You are welcome."
Miranda lifted the tops off both boxes. She removed one save the date card and one invitation. She ran her fingers over the off white linen material with embossed vines and flowers running over it, and she was glowing. Serena and Emily smiled. Thank God Miranda had finally found her place and she was truly in love.
The save the date card simply stated:
Miranda Priestley
And
Andrea Lynn Sachs
Will wed in May 2015
Invitation to follow
Emily spoke up. "There will be a short note included stressing the importance of confidentiality."
Miranda nodded. She then looked at the invitation. It was the same material and design as the save the date card. At the top was a small white silk bow.
Once again it was simple and precious in the announcement it read:
Caroline and Cassidy Priestly
Wish your presence to
Celebrate the wedding
Of their Mother
Miranda Priestly
To
Andrea Lynn Sachs
Daughter of
Richard and Anna Sachs
On
May 22, 2015
At 6:00 PM
At
The Angel of the Waters Fountain
In
Central Park
"I will take these two home to show Andréa and the girls. We realized while at Andréa's parents that we had never discussed who would be marring us. My Brother Michael will do the honors. He is a Catholic Priest in Scotland." Miranda simply stated.
Emily and Serena sat in shock.
Serena spoke up. "You're Brother?"
Miranda nodded like it was no big deal. Miranda's phone vibrated on the table. "Just wait until tonight. I cannot wait to taste you again."
Miranda looked at it and smiled. "Yes. You heard me right."
Serena and Emily looked at each other and grinned.
Serena mouthed, "Andy."
Miranda spoke as she responded to the text, "We are going to have our first fitting of our gowns Friday. It will be your responsibility to make sure Andréa does not see my gown and vise versus. It is Andréa's wish."
Miranda texted, "You are not playing fare."
Serena smiled, "Yes Miranda. So all but a few things are set for the wedding. We just need to check up with the Wedding Planner once a week to make sure it is all on track."
Miranda looked up. "What all needs to be done?"
Emily spoke up. "You and Andy need to pick out a wedding cake. A first song to dance to, a song for Andy and her Dad to dance to, write your vows and decide where to go for your honeymoon."
Miranda nodded. "That's all."
When Miranda returned home that night she found Andréa, Bonnie and the girls in the living room watching a movie. She stood inside the door smiling. "I have a surprise for everyone."
The girls jumped up, "What is it Mommy?"
Miranda smiled walked into the room and sat next to Andréa. She laid the invitations on the coffee table.
The girls picked up one and Andréa the other. "Wow, Mommy these are pretty."
Miranda looked at Andréa and there were tears in her eyes. "It is beautiful Miranda."
Miranda kissed Andréa's cheek. "I have one more surprise. Friday our dresses will be here for our first fitting." She looked over at Bonnie. "Nigel had one made for you too." Bonnie was shocked. The girls were jumping up and down. Andy was smiling. "Girls you will come to Runway Friday after school for your fitting and Bonnie you can come at any time." Miranda looked at Andréa. "I never thought to ask Andréa would you like dresses made for your Mother, Sister, and Sister-in-law?"
Andy looked up at Miranda. "Really?"
Miranda smiled, "Of course Andréa they are family why not?"
Andy flung her arms around Miranda. "I would love that Miranda. Thank you."
Miranda wrapped her arms around her love and smirked, "Good, I already told Nigel to go ahead with it." Andy smiled. Miranda buried her nose into Andrea's hair inhaling deeply. Miranda whispered into Andrea's ear, "God you smell good."
That night when Miranda went to tuck the girls in she stopped at Bonnie's room and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Bonnie called out.
Miranda opened the door and there she was reading.
Miranda smiled. "May I come in?"
Bonnie smiled and nodded. Miranda sat in the chair next to her sister.
"What did you want to talk about Miranda?" Bonnie asked.
Miranda arched an eyebrow, "I am that obvious?"
Bonnie smiled. "We are sisters. You haven't changed that much from when we were growing up. What's bothering you Miranda?"
Miranda smiled. "Do you think Mother would want to come here for the wedding?"
Bonnie dropped her book, "You are kidding right Miranda? Of Course Mother will want to be at the wedding."
Miranda nodded. "Would she be O.K. to wear a dress I had made for her? Like the rest of the family?"
Bonnie smiled with relief, "I think she would love it." Miranda was trying hard to knock down the wall she had built up between herself and their Mother.
Miranda breathed a sigh of relief, "O.K. good. I will have Nigel get on it tomorrow."
"There is something else Miranda." Bonnie knew there was more on Miranda's mind.
Miranda looked at Bonnie. "What are your plans?"
Bonnie lowered her eyes. "What are you talking about?"
Miranda sighed, "Please Bonnie like you said you have not changed that much from when we were growing up. You finish therapy in less than a month."
"Yes, well then I will be heading back home." Bonnie simply stated.
Miranda was frustrated, "Why?"
Bonnie tried to laugh. "Miranda how could you ask that? I need to get back to Mother, and I have been in your house, in your way for much longer than I should have."
"Bonnie! That is not true. I, the girls, Andrea have loved having you here, and what about Douglas?" Miranda hissed.
There were tears in Bonnie's eyes. She shook her head. "There is nothing with Doug. There can't be, and he knows that. I have to go take care of Mother."
Miranda was furious. "You do not have to go take care of Mother. Bonnie. You have a man. I can see it. You love him and he loves you. You have a future here. You are still young enough to have children."
Bonnie was sobbing. "No, don't. Please."
Miranda grabbed Bonnie. "You need to take it. Start a family. Live." Miranda could see too much of herself in her little sister. Afraid of being too happy, scared it would disappear.
"I can't." Bonnie was shaking her head.
"Why?" Miranda pulled Bonnie into a hug. After a few minutes Miranda tried again. "You need to take a chance. Do not be afraid. We can figure out something for Mother." Miranda pulled away from Bonnie. "You need to think it over." Miranda held Bonnie until the tears stopped. "You should get some sleep." Bonnie nodded, and Miranda left it at that.
Bonnie laid in bed in deep thought.