Thank you everyone for your incredible support! Due to many people wanting to see the actual wedding, I decided to write it. :) Hopefully you like it. *Warning. Fluffiness ahead*

"Are you sure you're actually going to go through with this?"

"Yes Mom," Andrea groaned and rubbed her temples. "As I've told you a thousand times before...I love her and I'm going to marry her in a week, whether you show up or not."

She wasn't trying to be mean...it's just that her mother couldn't get it through her thick head that she was going to be married to Miranda. Hell, she couldn't even believe it herself. Miranda had proposed four months ago, exactly a year after Andrea had abandoned her wedding to Nate. Andrea sighed and rubbed her eyes with her free hand as she made her way over to the window to look down at her lover's street.

"I just don't understand you sometimes Andy," Andrea could practically hear Katherine's head shaking back and forth in disappointment. "What do you see in that woman?"

"Hey," Andrea began to get irritated. "'That woman' is my future wife, so I would appreciate it if you didn't refer to her like she was some kind of..." she paused as she angrily tried to think of a word, "miscreant or something! We're getting married, and that's final. That's all."

And with that, she hung up. Andrea still didn't know what her mother's deal with Miranda was...the Editor was more than financially stable, she had a solid career (hell...she drove the fashion world), and she loved Andrea with her whole heart. What more could a mother ask for in a daughter-in-law? Andrea growled slightly under her breath. She glanced down and couldn't suppress a grin when she saw the sparkling diamond ring on her left ring finger. Resting her hand against the windowpane, she closed her eyes and thought about the happiest day in her life.

"Mira, this was the best evening ever," Andrea turned her head to the side and beamed at her lover.

"I'm glad," the soft-spoken words were uttered gently.

Andrea reached for Miranda's hand across the red and white checkered blanket and squeezed it tightly with another blinding smile. Turning her head back up to the starry sky, Andrea sighed in contentment. Miranda had surprised her with a spontaneous drive to Central Park, where Andrea found herself looking at a cozy picnic blanket along with two men in tuxedos holding twin silver platters. They graciously bowed to the two women before whipping off the lids to reveal two of the most elegant steaks Andrea had ever seen. A third man held a nameless bottle of what appeared to be a very expensive wine.

"Miranda," Andrea laughed, "the point of a picnic is to have home-made chicken and watermelon."

"I will not carry my dinner around in a brown wicker-woven basket Andrea," Miranda sniffed with a twinkle in her eye. "At least I did not order chairs to sit on."

"Which I'm happy for!" Andrea exclaimed, throwing her arms around Miranda's neck. "Picnics aren't picnics with chairs!"

"I know," Miranda kissed her young lover quickly before backing away. "Now, time for dinner."

Sounding very much like a child, Andrea responded with a 'yippee!' before skipping away and plopping herself ungracefully on the blanket. However, she did have enough sense to land with her legs crossed, as she was wearing a cerulean blue dress that fell just above her knees. Kicking off her Manolo wedges, Andrea patted the space next to her impatiently. Miranda followed with a hint of a smile and sat down almost regally. Following Andrea's lead, she too, took off her Pradas, and breathed a sigh of relief when her toes had space to wriggle.

"Doesn't that feel nice?" Andrea grinned.

"Yes, it does," Miranda admitted. "If I had known you were so excited about something as mundane as a picnic, I would have done this for you ages ago."

"Hey, picnic's aren't mundane lady," Andrea's eyes were bright. "They can be quite magical, if you let them."

"Hmm," was all Miranda offered in response, but couldn't help but feel the effect of the enthusiasm rolling off of Andrea in waves. "How about dinner now?"

After they had eaten the delicious steak and drunk the wine, the two waiters brought them chocolate covered strawberries, which made Andrea's eyes light up with mischief. She took the ripe red fruit in her fingers and bit into it, letting some of the juice dribble down her chin. Noting with a pleased expression, that Miranda's gaze was transfixed on her lips. Slowly, Andrea licked up what she could reach with her tongue, and then used her index finger to sexily wipe off the excess and pop the digit in her mouth. "Mmm," she murmured as her tongue swirled around her finger. Miranda' s control snapped and she pounced. Ignoring Andrea's little squeak of surprise, Miranda had her wrapped up in a warm embrace and in a heated kiss faster than Andrea could say Runway. Their lips locked together as their tongues stroked each other's firmly. Every so often, either Miranda or Andrea would pick up a fresh strawberry and hold in between the two of them to share. Luckily for the three waiters, they had enough sense to leave quickly before they witnessed any of the passionate make-out session.

When they had finally consumed all of the strawberries and broke their embrace to look around, it had turned dark. Andrea's breath was stolen when she saw Miranda's silver hair glow in the moonlight, and all she could do was simply stare.

"What?" Miranda asked self-consciously.

"You're beautiful," Andrea said lowly.

Miranda blushed, and Andrea leaned in to seal her words with a kiss. It was soft and reassuring.

"Hey," Andrea mumbled, breaking the kiss .

"What?" Miranda continued nuzzling the soft skin on the brunette's neck.

"Would you be opposed to rolling down this hill with me?"

"Are you kidding me?" Miranda jerked her head back and glanced down at her designer clothes, shaking her head. "Absolutely not. It would ruin your dress, as well as my pants."

"Oh Mira, it'll be fun!" Andrea turned her large brown eyes onto full scale and looked at Miranda pleadingly.

The older woman sighed and tried to resist the puppy dog look being directed at her, but with little success. "Fine," she blew out. Andrea's smile was worth it. Miranda yelped in surprise when she felt Andrea wrap her arms around her waist. "Relax, I've got you," Andrea whispered in her ear and Miranda shivered. Andrea pulled her love's body closer to her own and hugged Miranda tightly before she tilted them on their sides. Gravity didn't break their fall, but Andrea's body did. Miranda fell on top of the grinning brunette before Andrea gently started rolling them over and over. Miranda hated to admit it, but she actually enjoyed herself. Andrea's eyes in the moonlight were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and she kept her own cool blue ones locked on her lifeline. They rolled endlessly under the moon's rays, with Andrea steadily controlling their movements and keeping Miranda safe. When they finally came to a rest at the bottom of the hill, Miranda was on top of Andrea with her legs on either side of Andrea's hips. Her arms were under Andrea's back, but they didn't feel numb under the brunette's weight, since all Miranda could focus on was the closeness of their bodies as well as the internal peace she felt. The love and devotion sparkling in both women's eyes was enough to make any person jealous of what they had.

"This is just like the Lion King," Andrea said sweetly, gazing up at Miranda.

"Hmm?" Miranda asked, distracted by the sight of Andrea beneath her.

"Can you feel the love tonight?" Andrea sang before looking up at Miranda through lowered lashes. "It's just like the scene where the childhood friends Nala and Simba meet again, and they discover their feelings for each other."

"I've seen the movie with the twins," Miranda kissed Andrea's cheek. "Did that romantic scene inspire you to roll down this hill with me?"

"Guilty," Andrea blushed and placed her hands on Miranda's chest bone between the soft swells of the older woman's breasts. Miranda hummed at the soft contact and gently worked her arms out from underneath the brunette.

Running her hands through the long chestnut hair, Miranda asked somewhat shyly, "Andrea?"

"Mmm?" Andrea closed her eyes and savored the comforting feeling of having her hair stroked.

"Can you sing that song again?"

Andrea opened her eyes and grinned.

Can you feel the love tonight?

It is where we are.

It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer,

That we got this far.

And can you feel the love tonight?

How it's laid to rest,

It's enough to make kings and vagabonds

Believe the very best

Miranda's heart swelled at the love she felt and leaned down to capture Andrea's succulent lips with her own. Andrea's hands sneaked from Miranda's chest up to the back of her neck and interlaced her fingers, holding Miranda close. A little giggle escaped Andrea as she quickly turned the tables so she was on top.

"Thank you," Andrea breathed in her ear. "It's been the most perfect day ever."

"Let's walk back up the hill and I'll hopefully make it even more perfect," Miranda clutched Andrea's hands with her own .

"Alright."

Andrea got off of Miranda and held her hand out for the Editor to take. Leaning her head on Andrea's shoulder, Miranda melted when she felt her lover wrap her arm around her waist and rested her head on top of her own silver hair.

After they had reached their picnic blanket, Andrea held Miranda's hands and laid them both on their backs again to look at the endless sky of stars.

"Mira, this was the best evening ever," Andrea turned her head to the side and beamed at her lover.

"I'm glad," the soft-spoken words were uttered gently.

Andrea sighed happily and intertwined their fingers. Laying in silence for a moment, both women took the opportunity to revel in the mutual love and tranquility they felt. The moon and stars were bright, and crickets gently chirped in the distance. It was the perfect summer evening. Andrea closed her eyes and let her senses take over. She could hear Miranda's soft breathing , and feel the warm summer wind gently caress her bare legs and arms. If Andrea Sachs died at that very second, she would have died the happiest person on the planet.

"Andrea?" Miranda broke the silence.

"Yes Mira?" Andrea kept her eyes closed.

There was a pause. Concerned, Andrea opened her eyes and turned her body to face Miranda who looked nervous. Miranda never looked nervous. Propping her head so it was resting on her hand, Andrea stared deep into the blue orbs she loved so much and ran her fingers through Miranda's silky hair in an attempt to relax her lover. Speaking softly, she continued playing with the silky strands.

"What is it Mira?"

Miranda let out a shaky breath, which made Andrea sit up in alarm and cup the older woman's face.

"You're making me frightened. Tell me."

"I'm sorry darling, that was not my intent," Miranda gave a quick peck to Andrea's lips. "I just have something I'd like to ask you."

"Oh no," Andrea gasped, fearing the worst. "Tell me quick!"

"No Andrea," Miranda said firmly, "this question will take time."

Andrea tried to withdrawal her hands, but Miranda quickly caught them and pressed them to her cheeks again.

"My dear sweet Andrea," Miranda breathed, kissing Andrea's palms. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." After pausing to assess Andrea's shocked expression, she continued. "You make me so happy. You persuade me to do things I'd never done before in my life, such as rolling down that hill. The Miranda Priestly Editor-in-Chief of Runway would never do such a thing. What I'm trying to say is…you make me feel young again Andrea. And I find myself happier whenever you're around. So," she paused again and took her hands away from Andrea's to reach in the pocket of her slacks. Pulling out a 16-carat diamond ring, she looked in to teary brown eyes and asked, " will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

"Yes yes yes," Andrea whispered overcome with emotion. As her eyes became even more watery, Miranda decided that as cliché as it was, the brunette was beautiful when she cried. Her large brown eyes sparkled with tears, yet through them shone a devotion and love strong enough to break down every last one of Miranda's walls to the point of making the older woman become a bit teary herself.

"Don't cry darling," Miranda murmured.

"You're crying too," Andrea laughed softly through her watery eyes.

Miranda slid the multi-million dollar ring easily onto Andrea's slim ring finger and kissed the trembling skin. After she lifted her lips from Andrea's finger, Andrea pulled her into a fierce hug.

"I love you so much Miranda Priestly," Andrea murmured in her ear. "And I can't wait to become yours forever."

"You are already mine forever," Miranda growled and kissed Andrea for the first time as her fiancée.

Two warm arms wrapped themselves around her waist, startling her out of her daydream.

"Is everything alright darling?" a low voice husked in her ear.

"Wonderful," Andrea turned in the embrace and feasted her eyes on her fiancée-something she never got tired of doing. "I was just being nostalgic and thinking about the way you proposed to me. It was perfect, and easily the best day of my life."

"Mmm, same for me darling," Miranda brushed her lips against the brunette's.

"Although I still believe the ring was too much," Andrea looked down at the beautiful diamonds adorning her slender finger.

"Nonsense. Nothing will ever be too much for you my love," Miranda replied sweetly, making Andrea grin.

"I love how you knew I would like the simpler ring though," Andrea rested her head on Miranda's shoulder, not wanting to break the comforting embrace.

"Of course," Miranda scoffed. "I know everything about you."

Andrea chuckled and pressed a kiss to Miranda's cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," Miranda hummed. "So what did your mother have to say? Stil same old charming woman I met almost a year ago?"

Andrea shook her head and despite herself, angry tears rolled down her face. "She's still the same. It's driving me crazy Mira."

Miranda led the brunette to a cream colored sofa and sat her down before sitting down herself. Andrea swiped furiously at her tears before Miranda used her own fingers to wipe them away.

Clutching the brunette's hands, Miranda said, "Don't worry Andrea. She'll come around."

"Why can't she see that I'm happy?" Andrea whispered.

"I believe her problem lies with the person you're happy with," Miranda sighed. "Katherine Sachs can't comprehend the fact that her daughter loves another woman. I also believe that she doesn't think very highly of me, since I treated you awfully during your tenure at Runway. "

"But Mira, my parents are both liberals. .." Andrea trailed off and scrunched up her nose in thought. "Actually, she's never mentioned her views on homosexuals." Frustrated, she blew a strand of long brown hair out of her face. "I don't care. I love you, and nothing is ever going to change that. Besides, she should think highly of you. You drive the fashion world."

"But does your mother really care about fashion?" Miranda pointed out.

Andrea shook her head and slumped her shoulders. "I guess not. But if she could just see what an amazing, powerful, and incredibly smart person you are..."

"Then I hope she someday gets the chance ," Miranda kissed the younger woman. "I hate to see you so upset Andrea."

"I'm upset that she doesn't accept you," Andrea frowned.

"Hopefully at the wedding, I will get the opportunity to gain her acceptance," Miranda nudged Andrea's shoulder playfully. "And my future mother-in-law will shower me with affection."

"I hope so," Andrea couldn't help but grin at the thought of Miranda and her mother sitting down for a cup of coffee at Starbucks. Turning serious, she dropped her head and said quietly, "I don't even know if she's coming to the wedding."

"She's your mother. She loves you to the ends of the Earth and back," Miranda said confidently, gently turning Andrea's chin back up with her index finger. "She'll be there."

"Thank you Mira," Andrea sighed and snuggled into the Editor's soft body. "How did I get so lucky?" she breathed out before capturing Miranda's lips with her own.

Andrea carefully placed the white veil on the crown of her head and let it flow over her naked shoulders. She was bare except for the new La Perla lacy black briefs she received the day before. Kneeling on the bed, Andrea rested her weight on her calves and adjusted herself so she would feel more comfortable.

"Ready?" a middle-age man ogled his beautiful client.

"George, put your eyes back in your head," Andrea glared at him sternly over her shoulder.

Blushing profusely, the photographer Miranda hired for the wedding nodded and shakily set up his tripod.

"That won't be necessary," Andrea waved her hand carelessly. Crossing her arm over her breasts, she handed the poor man her iPhone. "Just take the photo on here. And no funny business." She turned back away from him.

"No ma'am!" George couldn't help but gaze at the brunette's flawless ivory skin. Trailing up the silky expanse of her lower back, he greedily took advantage of the situation and stared at her beauty for as long as he could.

"Ahem," Andrea stared daggers at him.

"So sorry!" he stuttered, ripping his eyes away.

"Just take the photo," Andrea rolled her eyes.

"Right," he gulped.

Andrea gracefully crossed her arms over her chest and looked down to the side. With the soft filtering in through the window, the brunette had the perfect combination of looking sexy, beautiful, and innocent. George stood behind the bride and carefully lined the iPhone up so he had the right balance of light and the precise angle. As he was snapping the black and white photo, he was also trying to maintain control of his raging hormones. "Damn her and her prettiness," he thought.

"Um, all done," he cleared his throat.

"Perfect," Andrea beamed and took the iPhone from his trembling hand. "Thank you George."

"N-no problem," he looked everywhere but her.

"I have to finish getting dressed," Andrea looked amused as she eyed the poor photographer. "Go check on my future wife. I'll call you back when I'm ready. "

"Alright," he squeaked and grabbed his equipment. He ran out of there quickly.

Chuckling, Andrea opened the photo and grinned at the stunning result. Attaching it in an email, she quickly sent it to her fiancée and turned back to get ready.

Miranda's phone chirped with an incoming message. As she was sitting in a chair and being done up by three different makeup artists, she had no use of her legs.

"Emily, get me my phone."

The redhead hurried to snatch the vibrating iPhone and handed it to Miranda without a comment.

1 new message from Andrea. Miranda unlocked it quickly and her breath was stolen. There was her fiancée in nothing but her underwear and veil. Andrea looked provocative yet sweet in the most sensual position Miranda had ever seen. The light hit her in just the right places, creating exquisite shadows as well as highlighting the brunette's serene face. Her large brown eyes were looking down, shielding the powerful pools of chocolate Miranda loved looking in, and her sensual lips were stretched in a faint smile. At the bottom of the message, Andrea had typed a message.

I cannot wait to be married to you forever Mira. I love you.

Andrea.

Miranda had the ridiculous urge to fan herself. Years and years of schooling her emotions prevented her from doing such a thing though, since there were four other people in the room. After tilting her face up so the makeup artist could pat some light pink blush on her proud cheekbones, Miranda shivered and quickly typed a response.

Love, that picture was beautiful. I am going to have it hanged and framed in our bedroom. However, it begs two questions. One, who took that stunning photo, and two, isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?

Miranda

Andrea chuckled when she read Miranda's text.

Mira,

Thank you. One, it was the photographer you hired. He should be coming to your room soon. Two, I am confident that our marriage will be strong and last forever. You haven't seen me in my wedding dress yet!

Andrea

Miranda scanned the text quickly and a little smile tugged at the corners of he r mouth. However, she did not like the thought of some sleazy photographer leering over her future wife. Right on cue, there was a knock on the door. Emily ran to open it, and there stood George.

"Hi Miranda," he blinked, nervous when he saw the Dragon Lady. His interview had been awful until the brunette had shown up and convinced the Editor to hire him. And now, in this position in front of Miranda again, he fervently wished that her kind wife would show up and help him again.

"I see you have been taking some photos," Miranda glared at him.

"I don't understand," George stuttered.

"Of my future wife," she gritted out through clenched teeth. Why had Andrea convinced her that hiring him was a good idea? The man obviously had no backbone.

"Oh...I'm sorry," George fiddled with his camera strap. "I thought you would like it..."

"Like it?" Miranda scoffed and briefly closed her eyes for the makeup artist to dust some light shadow across the expanse of her lids. "It was the best photo I have of her. However," she opened her eyes again and pined him with a fiery glare, "I would appreciate it if you didn't take any more pictures of my Andrea in no more than her undergarments."

George's face was on fire. "I'm s-sorry. It won't happen again."

Miranda flicked her hand like she was flicking a bug away. "Just do your job. That's all."

"Yes Miranda."

"Andy, you look really pretty," Cassidy said shyly as she glanced appreciatively at the woman who was to become her new mother. Cassidy herself was dressed in a deep cerulean floor-length dress, same as her twin.

"Thanks sweetie," Andrea grinned and opened her arms to embrace her new daughter.

Valentino had designed a vintage white dress that flared slightly at the bottom. Fitted in the bodice, it had two straps that draped elegantly over toned shoulders and dipped about mid-spine in the back. A small bow laced together at the bottom of the 'V' in the back of the dress, tying the whole dress together. It was completely different from dress she wore on her wedding day to Nate. This dress screamed classy and completely Miranda. Andrea herself had met with Valentino multiple times to help him design the ideal elegant dress for both her and Miranda. It fit her to perfection, as it showed off her soft curves and emphasized her statuesque figure.

"I can't wait for you guys to get married," Cassidy leaned back and grinned up at her.

"Me neither!" Andrea giggled.

"You're gonna be the best mom ever," Cassidy whispered as she buried herself back in Andrea's shoulder, making the brunette's eyes water.

They stood in a comforting embrace until a slight cough interrupted them. Andrea looked up and gasped.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Mom, you're absolutely gorgeous," Caroline smiled.

She and Miranda were the only ones in the room save for George. The others had scuttled out after wishing Miranda the best, and Caroline loved the rare opportunities where she was alone with her mother.

"Thanks Bobbsey," Miranda ruffled her daughter's bangs. "You do too. That color really brings out your beautiful eyes."

Miranda had decided to go with a Grace Kelly inspired gown. The lacy front dipped low enough to reveal a hint of cleavage and the long train flowed out behind her. She hoped Andrea would like it. She had carefully selected the best designers to tailor it just right and much like Andrea, been there every step of the way to make sure it was done right. Standing, she took a glance at herself in the mirror. Even being a fairly modest person, Miranda had to admit to herself that she looked beautiful. Maybe it was because of the newfound spark in her crystal blue eyes, or maybe it was because of the foreign smile that was plastered on her usually stoic face. Her whole entire body trembled with anticipation and excitement.

"Mom, you're glowing," Caroline wrapped her arm around her mother's waist. After pecking Miranda on the cheek, she asked, "Can I help you with your veil?"

"Of course sweetie," Miranda's eyes became slightly misty.

Both of her daughters' acceptance was the best gift they could have ever given her. Granted, it had taken some work to get to where they were now. In the beginning, the twins simply could not comprehend that their mother loved a woman, but after meeting Andrea, they were won over by the young woman's easy charm and sweet personality.

She followed the request and kneeled down. She felt Caroline's nimble fingers gently slide the veil at the crown of her head and almost simultaneously, she heard a click. George had seized the perfect moment to capture the tender moment between mother and daughter, and smiled widely at his handiwork. Miranda had to use every ounce of her patience to not snap at the photographer for intruding on a private moment because it was her idea to hire somebody to memorialize the day after all.

"You ready to go?" Caroline offered her arm for the famous Editor to take.

"Yes," Miranda wiped at an errant tear, shook herself slightly, straightened up, and clutched her daughter's arm.

Click.

"Mom?" Andrea was blown away.

Katherine Sachs shifted uncomfortably and looked away, making Andrea's heart shatter. How could she have been so stupid as to think that her mother had come to celebrate her daughter's happiness?

"I see," Andrea shifted uncomfortably.

There was an awkward pause. Cassidy shifted her attention from her future mother to her future grandmother, quickly assessing the situation. Almost instintively, she pressed herself more tightly to Andrea, giving the brunette comfort and some protection as a shield. Andrea's slight squeeze of gratefulness made Cassidy grin and cling to her even harder, keeping in mind that the fabric would wrinkle easily. Another couple of silent minutes passed.

"Andy, I'm so happy for you," Richard broke the silence and strode over to his only daughter, wrapping her in a warm hug. Cassidy, who was sandwiched in between the two giggled.

"Thanks Daddy," Andrea grinned widely.

"I can't wait to walk you down that aisle," Richard got a little choked up and coughed to try and rid himself of some of the emotions he was feeling.

"Me neither," Andrea sniffed and hugged her father even tighter. "Thank you."

"I'm going to wait out here for you sweetie," he coughed again. "You look wonderful by the way."

Richard slipped outside, leaving Andrea, Katherine, and Cassidy by themselves. Another awkward silence descended upon them as none of them knew what to say.

"Your father is right. You look nice," Katherine finally offered, not meeting Andrea's eye.

Andrea blew up. "You look 'nice'?! What the hell is that kind of comment?"

"Language!" Katherine reprimanded, glaring at Cassidy.

"I'm sorry," Andrea snarled, "but I have just about enough of you and your opinions. If you don't have any words of advice or love, I suggest you leave."

"Andrea!" she looked scandalized. "I am your mother!"

"Yes, you are," Andrea stood up, holding Cassidy tight to herself. "And as my mother, I expect you to be happy for me...or at least give me the courtesy of pretending to be! You're acting pessimistic and negative just because I'm marrying a woman...a woman who happens to be wonderful and exceptionally fantastic. So if you don't mind," Andrea glared at her, "I have a wedding to attend."

And with that, she marched out of the room with Cassidy squeezing her hand, leaving a bewildered Katherine Sachs behind.

"Cass, I'm sorry you had to hear that," Andrea sighed as soon as they got out of earshot of her mother.

"It's ok," Cassidy smiled up at her. "Are you alright?"

Andrea's response was to grin and hug the redhead. She then turned to Richard who was dutifully waiting for her. Keeping her hand firmly in Cassidy's, she took the strong arm of her father and began the walk to the sanctuary.

As soon as Andrea laid eyes on her soon-to-be wife, the image of the beautiful Editor became blurred with tears. Her heart was just so full, and when she saw Miranda, looking so incredibly gorgeous, the dams broke. Richard kissed her on the cheek before gently guiding her over to her fiancée.

"Thanks Daddy," Andrea whispered to him. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Andy," he choked out. "I'll be sitting in the front."

He turned and slipped through the sanctuary doors. Andrea turned back to her love and almost collapsed in the outstretched arms. She wound her arms around the Editor's waist and rested her forehead against the older woman's, feeling Miranda reciprocate her actions. Cassidy and Caroline quietly slipped away to get their bridesmaids bouquets, leaving the two women to share the special moment every couple shares right before the wedding together. Slightly laboured breaths were shared between the two women-neither believing that the moment had actually came. Erratic heartbeats were felt though the thin fabrics of the dresses, and their teary eyes were locked on each other's. No words were spoken, for they did not want to break the magic that seemed to descend on their peaceful bubble. Besides, the tender look in both women's eyes spoke more than any word ever could.

Click.

Miranda closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. Once again, George had decided to ruin their moment. She opened her mouth to deliver a scathing remark, but was stopped by Andrea's arms tightening around her waist. Looking into large brown eyes quizzically, Andrea shook her head slightly. She did not want Miranda to ruin the moment even more than George had. Besides, the poor photographer was only doing his job. Miranda nodded once and closed her eyes again, loving the feeling of Andrea in her arms. Moments passed as they shared the nerves, love, and excitement lovers feel before they get married.

"Are you two ready?" Caroline cleared her throat, interrupting the quiet moment.

The organ music began playing, and Andrea could feel her heart rate increase even more. Miranda took Andrea's hand and kissed it gently before turning them around to face the sanctuary doors. Heart fluttering, Andrea gazed at Miranda's profile, marveling at the beauty of the older woman before reluctantly turning her head to face the doors. Suddenly, the doors were pulled open, and Andrea had to blink at the bright sunlight streaming in though the mosaic windows. When her eyes adjusted, Caroline and Cassidy were already halfway down the aisle. Miranda squeezed her elbow gently and started walking.

Looking back, Andrea would remember floating in a daze-like trance down the middle aisle of the pews with Miranda's strong arm keeping her grounded. Her wedding was perfect-just as she always wanted it to be. Her family was sitting in the first couple of rows, as well as Miranda's mother. Victoria Priestly, who didn't look much older than Miranda, was sitting regally in the pew in a dark purple dress. Andrea had only met Victoria a couple of times, but had instantly loved the woman like she was her own mother. Sadly, Katherine Sachs was no where to be seen when Andrea subtly glanced at her father and saw the empty seat next to it. She tried to squish the unpleasant feeling she got when she saw the vacant space, but it was hard to do knowing that she didn't have her mother's love and support with her on the most important day of her life. Almost as if she read Andrea's mind, Miranda intertwined their fingers and gave her a small wink. Andrea beamed at her lover and then turned to face the minister just as the organ music finished playing.

They said their vows to each other, and Andrea managed to get through hers without crying. Her eyes still watered a little from the pure joy she felt, but none spilled out over the edges. Andrea's cheek muscles began to hurt from the wide smile she was wearing, but she wouldn't have traded the feeling for anything else in the world. As soon as the priest said "you may kiss the bride", Andrea felt herself being bent back rather dramatically and kissed softly but urgently. After a whole entire day of not kissing her lovers lips, Andrea took the opportunity to re-familiarize herself with the texture and feel of the soft pink lips beneath her own. There were cheers and whoops from the audience, which made Andrea blush and break away from her new wife, but she still held Miranda in her arms. Keeping her eyes locked on cool blue ones, Andrea brushed the back of her hand over a proud cheekbone and whispered, "I love you so much."

"I love you too Andrea," Miranda replied, smiling her rare beautiful smile.

Click.

After her daughter left, Katherine's first thought was to storm out and drag Andrea back, but her shock prevented her from doing that. Andrea had looked so angry at her while they were arguing. She had never shouted at her mother like that, something that surprised and somewhat angered Katherine. The older woman was used to Andrea giving in easily, due to her naive but gentle nature. The Andrea she saw earlier was anything but naive and gentle...another reason to hate the woman who was to become her new daughter-in-law. Miranda Priestly had changed her little girl. Katherine growled and started pacing back and forth in the room Andrea had vacated.

Thinking about their argument, Katherine recalled that the brunette seemed simply heartbroken, which pulled at her heartstrings, but honestly. Miranda was such a bitch that overworked her daughter and treated her like her own personal slave. Yes, Andrea had told her that Miranda had changed, but still. Katherine could not condone that kind of behavior. She paced back and forth, still spewing over the whole entire thing. Finally, her mind made up, she squared her shoulders, set her jaw, and marched out of the room.

Cracking open a side door to the sanctuary, Katherine peeked her head in and was going to shout 'I object!' when the priest asked the appropriate question, but something stopped her. Her beautiful daughter looked so happy. She seemed to have a permanent grin plastered on her face, and the look in her eyes made Katherine pause. Andrea was looking at Miranda with all the love Katherine felt when she looked at her own husband. Feeling her eyes tear up, Katherine remained silent when the minister asked if anyone had objections to the two being wed. She watched at Miranda swept Andrea quite literally off her feet and planted a huge kiss on her daughter. Turning away, Katherine felt a deep guilt tugging at her gut. Finally, she saw how much the two loved each other and it made her feel shameful at the way she acted and treated her only daughter. Katherine knew what she had to do.

The reception took place outside under the sky, to the request of Andrea, who didn't want to be constricted by a roof. Besides, the weather was warm with a slight breeze that drove Miranda crazy whenever she saw a errant chocolate strand of hair blow out of Andrea's neat updo. Finally, Andrea just took it out and sighed in relief when her scalp relaxed after all the pins were taken out. Miranda couldn't help but run her fingers through the silky and slightly curly locks, since Andrea's hair was something she loved to play with. Not that Andrea was complaining of course-she loved to feel the Editor's strong fingers massage her scalp.

"Can you believe we're married?" Andrea giggled as she held out the first piece of cake between her fingers for her wife to take.

"No," Miranda answered truthfully as her lips wrapped around the slender fingers to take the cake. Chewing before swallowing, she offered the same services to Andrea, plucking a small piece of the large cake out and holding it between her pointer finger and thumb. "Honestly, it feels so surreal. Like a dream."

Andrea kissed Miranda's finger before withdrawing her mouth. "I know. It's crazy...But I have a feeling I'm going to like being married to you."

"Same," Miranda hummed in contentment. "I love you darling."

Andrea wrapped her arm around Miranda and placed her hand in the middle of her wife's back. "I love you too," she said sweetly, nuzzling Miranda's nose with her own.

"Miranda honey!" Victoria Priestly waltzed up with two champagne glasses. Offering them to the newly weds, she snagged another one off of a nearby waiter who held a platter full of filled glasses. "A toast! To my beautiful daughter, and my wonderful, gorgeous, new daughter-in-law."

Andrea blushed and stepped away from Miranda to hug her mother-in-law. "Thank you so much Victoria."

"I'm just so happy that Miranda has found somebody to finally share her life with," Victoria stepped back and looked Andrea in the eye. "You know you're different...right Andy? She's never opened herself this much with someone before. Please take good care of her."

"I will," Andrea said firmly, lightly tightening her grip on Victoria's forearms for emphasis.

"I have no doubt you will," Victoria winked, making Andrea beam again. She kissed Andrea's cheek, patted it, and then swept away to hug and congratulate her daughter. Andrea watched them with love swelling up in her heart.

"Andy?" a tentative voice asked.

Andrea gasped in shock and whirled around to face Katherine. Immediately, she got defensive. "If you're here to start another fight, then I'm not interested in anything you have to say."

"Andy, I'm here to apologize for how I treated you," Katherine broke in quickly. "I saw how you and Miranda looked at each other. I know that what you guys have is real, and I was, I mean...I have been a really big jerk to both you and your wife. I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry for missing your wedding, and for causing you stress and heartache because of my insensitive actions."

Andrea launched herself into her mother's arms and squeezed her for dear life. "Oh Mom! Thank you, thank you, thank you. And at least you didn't miss the reception as well as the wedding!"

Katherine hugged her daughter back with as much love as she could manage. "I can't tell you how sorry I am Andy."

"I forgive you," Andrea kissed her cheek. "At least you realized it, and you came back. I just have one question."

"Hmm?"

"Why were you so against us? Is it because Miranda is a woman?" Andrea looked at her questionably.

Katherine's eyes widened. "Of course not! I could care less if she was. My problem was that I was just so wrapped up in the thought of Nate and you living together forever, that I immediately hated her for breaking you two up. I guess I loved Nate more than you did," she looked ruefully at Andrea. "He seemed like the perfect match for you. He had all the great qualities in a man...kind, smart, handsome, and a great chef." Katherine laughed lightly before continuing. "I wanted you to be happy more than anything else in the world...I still want you to be happy more than anything else in the world!"

Andrea grasped her mother's hand. "I am happy. Can't you see? I love Miranda more than I could ever possibly express, and her daughters are wonderful. I'm living my dream!"

"I see that now," Katherine smiled sheepishly. "The other reason why I couldn't stand the thought of you two together was the way she treated you during Runway. She made you do impossible tasks, not once ever thanking you or giving you something in return. I remember the day she called you 'fat'. You were so upset when you called me, and all I wanted to do was fly to New York and punch the living daylights out of the woman who made my daughter feel so bad about herself."

"She was just doing her job. I didn't expect her to shower me with gifts or anything whenever I got her coffee...sure, it would have been nice to hear a 'thank you' once in a while, or maybe receive a slight nod of encouragement," Andrea shrugged, "but that's Miranda. It's her personality. And for the whole entire 'fat' thing, she more than made up for it," she grinned slightly when she thought of the memory. Yes, Miranda had cherished her so much that night, Andrea had never doubted or hated her body again.

Katherine sighed. "Well as long as you're happy, I'm happy."

"I am," Andrea said with conviction before throwing her arms around her mother again.

"I love you sweetie," Katherine whispered. "And you look absolutely beautiful today."

"Thank you," Andrea murmured.

Her whole entire being felt like it was on Cloud 9. Everything was right again in the universe.

"Darling, are you alright?" the soft-spoken Editor asked.

"Yes, more than alright," Andrea grinned as she wiped a few tears away. She stepped out of Katherine's embrace and into her wife's.

"Good," Miranda interlaced their fingers.

"Where are the girls?" Andrea asked as she looked around, making Miranda feel warm when she saw the concern on her love's face.

"With my mother," Miranda kissed her cheek.

"Miranda," Katherine looked her in the eye, "I would like to apologize for my appalling behavior throughout your relationship with my daughter. I am sorry I didn't accept you, and I made you feel unwelcome."

Miranda stared into her eyes for a minute before bowed her head slightly and saying, "Apology accepted."

"Thank you," Katherine said, averting her eyes. "I'd better go check on Richard."

"Before you go, would you like to come over to the Townhouse for dinner so the girls and I can meet both you and your husband formally?" Miranda asked, making Andrea love her even more.

"That would be wonderful," Katherine's face stretched into a smile and she sauntered off to find her husband.

"Thank you Mira," Andrea kissed her.

"I did nothing," Miranda shrugged. "Inviting her over seemed to be the logical step, since I hardly know your mother."

"I know, but you cared enough to make an attempt to get to know both my Mom and my Dad," Andrea said sweetly.

"I care a lot for their daughter," was Miranda's only response, making Andrea kiss her again.

The reception was full of dancing, laughter, and love. Everyone who meant something to the couple was there. Lily, Doug, Nigel, Emily...Even famous celebrities ranging from actors to designers to models, had all shown up to the wedding of the year. Irv had even come to pay his respects to the newlyweds, much to Miranda's amusement.

Miranda's favorite part of the evening was when Andrea took her safely in her arms and swayed them back and forth to Norah Jones' Come Away with Me, sung by the woman herself for their first dance. Andrea had pressed her lips close by Miranda's ear and softly sang the lyrics along with the singer. The lights were low, and the feeling in the room was incredibly sweet, with the soft-lit candles creating a romantic ambiance. Miranda closed her eyes and allowed herself to be well and truly loved for what seemed like the first time in all of her 51 years.

Andrea savoured the precious moment where she held Miranda close to her own body and expressed her love for the older woman by sheltering her in a warm embrace and protecting the Editor's heart. She had never felt so much love for any one of her previous boyfriends. Miranda was the first woman she had dated, and the last. The intimacy she shared with Miranda was something she only dreamed of when she was 6, the age when she watched princesses such as Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella live happily ever after with their princes. Yet, dancing with Miranda wrapped securely in her arms under the stars, and hearing Norah Jones' smooth voice cascade over them, Andrea felt that she was one of those princesses with unrealistic love. Thankfully, her love was miraculously real. Andrea leaned in and captured Miranda's lips with her own, pouring all of her devotion and desire into it and feeling Miranda reciprocate. Yes, her life was so much better than a fairy tale.

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