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They’d sit down together, Miranda would give all the juicy details of her life, her job, the industry, her marriages, her enemies, her lovers and Andy would write it all down in order to write the book.

Miranda would drop vague hints about being in love with someone she shouldn’t have been decades ago, how inappropriate it was and how it could never have been.

Obviously because Andy can’t leave it be, she’d dig into that.

Through it Andy would realise that Miranda had actually been in love with her the whole time they’d worked together and even afterwords, which is why she pretended to not know who she was despite still thinking of her often.

And then once she’d figured it out, Miranda would be all

“You took your time.”

So Andy was not  used to seeing Miranda in filmy, floor-length champagne silk, with a full skirt that flowed down from the empire bodice. The color, which by all rights should have washed her out, instead matched her skin tone so perfectly that she almost appeared to be naked beneath a thin film of gold lace. The dress was also extremely low-cut. It was not the dress of a pregnant fifty-year-old newly single mother. It was, it was…

She heard herself saying stupidly, like she had when she saw Miranda at the benefit, "Wow." Only it sounded a lot more breathless and Miranda could actually hear her this time.

Miranda glanced at her, raising her eyebrows even as she gave Andy the once-over herself. "I mean, uh," Andy added.

DWP (2006) || DWP2 (2026)

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