I do not own anything in DWP I just borrowed the characters for inspiration.
Monday the Wedding Issue made it to the newsstands and everyone was amazed. Runway had never put out a wedding issue in December. Emily and Serena stopped at the newsstand in the Elias-Clarke building before going up the elevator.
Serena was so proud. "Isn't she beautiful?" She exclaimed to the gentleman behind the stand.
The man looked at her then looked at Runway's cover then at Emily.
As they walked through the turnstiles the security guards whistled at Emily. Emily tried to look annoyed but she was blushing too much.
Once off the elevator John informed Miranda Irv wanted to see her immediately.
Miranda went to her office smirking. "Tell him if he wants to see me he will have to come to my office I am busy." She sat and started to leaf through the December issue. "Where is my coffee?" The second assistant rushed into the office and sat the cup down.
Not long after, Irv walked into Miranda's office unannounced.
Miranda did not even look up. "Have a seat Irv. What can I do for you?"
"Did you have to put that picture in it?" Irv was red in the face.
"There are lot of pictures in the issue Irv. It is a fashion magazine. Which picture are you talking about?"
Irv slammed his hand on the desk, "I know dam well it is a fashion magazine! The picture of your ex-assistant and the makeup girl proposing to her! Isn't it bad enough you are flaunting your marriage to a girl without posting it in my magazine?"
Everyone in the outer office heard the exchange. Miranda was in full Dragon mode. "First of all those women have names. Second of all ousting gays from the fashion industry is idiotic. You are outnumbered in that area. Third that is a very beautiful picture and I am not flaunting my marriage. Lastly it is not your magazine or did you forget who won the Silver and Gold award just a few months ago? Now if you do not mind I am very busy." Miranda turned to her laptop. "I see the pre-orders are bigger than the pregnancy issue. You did not like that one either." Miranda purred. Irv turned, and stomped out of the office. Miranda turned her chair to look out the large window and smiled brightly. As she looked down she saw the front of Elias-Clarke once again become overrun with the press. Miranda was glowing in her element.
That afternoon the shoot for January was set. Miranda had not seen the finished product yet and was eager to get to the studio and see the models with the pieces on. Miranda walked into the studio and stood in the background watching as Alexandra fussed over the clothing. She saw Nigel go and whisper something to Alexandra. She stood back then nodded. The two of them backed off the platform and watched as the shoot continued. She saw the girl smiling. Miranda turned and left knowing Alexandra was in good hands.
Miranda and Andréa left Runway at the same time that night. They walked out of Elias-Clarke hand in hand. Miranda stopped to talk with the press. They congratulated her on winning the two awards. They remarked how this issue was just as popular as the pregnancy issue. They ask what made her think of doing a wedding issue in December. There were many questions and Miranda was glad to answer.
They asked if any of the gowns in the issue were her or Andréa's. Miranda smiled. "Now why would we do that before the wedding?"
Someone shouted out, "To tease us."
Miranda laughed, "Not a bad idea."
"So come on Miranda tell us when is the big date?" Another person shouted.
"Now, now I thought you wanted to talk about our new issue." Miranda purred.
"We thought Andréa would be on the cover again in her wedding dress."
Andy laughed, "if one of us should have been on the cover in a wedding dress it would have been Miranda. She makes a very stunning bride. Don't you think?"
There was mumbling among the crowd. "If Miranda is wearing a dress what will you be wearing Andréa?"
Andy showed her megawatt smile. "Wouldn't you like to know?" The two women walked away hand in hand and slid into the waiting car.
At Runway the next day Miranda was going over the proofs with Emily. "The shoot went well. Who decided on the models?"
"Alexandra." Emily replied. "She insisted on looking at the ones we had lined up and gave her approval, or dismissal."
Miranda looked up. "I agree with the ones you have circled. Have Alexandra come in." Emily nodded and left.
Not long after Alexandra walked into the office. "You wanted to see me Miranda?"
Miranda nodded and motioned for her to sit. "Are you happy with how your line is being presented?"
Alexandra just stared for a few seconds. "I … yes."
"I just saw the spread sheets for January. You should be very proud of yourself. I also watched the shoot yesterday. You are very passionate about your work."
Alexandra looked in surprise. "It has my name on it. I want it to be the best."
Miranda smiled. "I hope the hotel room is to your satisfaction, but you can not stay there forever."
Alexandra looked at Miranda scared. She knew the day would come when Miranda would kick her out.
"We need to find you an apartment. Something you can use as a studio." Miranda added.
"Wh - What?" Alexandra thought she was going to faint again and laid her head in her hand.
"Child what is it with you? Bring some water in!" Miranda got up and walked around the desk and put her hands on Alexandra's shoulders. Corinne came in with the water and stopped. Miranda was touching someone. Miranda whipped the glass out of Corinne's hand and sat it in front of Alexandra.
Alexandra took a sip. "Sorry Miranda. I am just a bit … it is all happening so fast."
Miranda went back to her chair. "I am going to say just one thing. Enjoy it. If you need anything just ask me."
Alexandra was silently crying. "I want you to know I really appreciate this and I promise to work hard and make you proud of me."
Now Miranda was at risk of crying. "Make yourself proud and you will know you have done a good job. Now go to the hotel. Relax a bit. Take a spa day to celebrate. I will have Emily start to find you a place."
Alexandra looked up. "Seriously a spa day?"
Miranda smiled and nodded. "That's all."