Miranda didn't spend much time packing, as almost all of her clothes remained intact in her luggage. She looked around the room and took a deep breath. Even though she hadn't spent much time here, she loved it. She sat back in her chair and tried to sort out her thoughts about the unexpected love affair between her and Donna. Anxiety set in again as she realized how little time they had left.
It took Miranda a moment to recover from her half-sleep enough to realize that the gentle knock on the door was not a dream but reality. She jumped out of her chair and opened the door.
"Donna," she exclaimed happily. "I'm sorry you were waiting, but I fell asleep for a while.
"Sorry to disturb you, but..."
"You never disturb me!" Miranda interrupted her.
"I don't bring you good news," Donna said in a severe voice. No sign of a smile, on the contrary, an earnest, sad face. Miranda's astonishment could not have been greater. She had never seen Donna like this before.
"I've come to tell you that the union has called a strike at the airports, and it's scheduled to last until Wednesday. That means nothing is flying, and nothing is taking off."
Miranda's features stiffened, her eyes dark and cold. "What?" Miranda frowned. "I'll call Emily and have her send a private jet," she grabbed her cell phone.
"That's pointless," Donna said. "The airspace is closed to everyone," she shrugged helplessly.
"There has to be a way to get me home," Miranda mused aloud.
"I wish I could help. I'm so sorry, I really am," Donna apologized once more, deciding it would be better to leave and give Miranda time to get over it.
The sight of Donna leaving woke Miranda up perfectly. Before Donna could reach the doorknob, she took several quick steps towards her. "No, please don't leave," Miranda begged her.
"Are you sure? I understand that you're upset, and I just hope you're not going to have any troubles at work because of this.
Miranda was very pleased by her interest. It wasn't just polite concern but genuine interest.
"No, you don't need to worry," she smiled at her. "I just... I may be acting like a fool, but I hate surprises. The magazine deadline is coming up, and many things need to be done that require my presence. Hmm, it's going to be pretty hectic." Miranda thought for a moment. "I'll leave that to Nigel and Emily. We'll see how they can handle such a situation. For the first time, you know, I find myself in a situation where work doesn't come first, although it may not seem like it. Suddenly it's just you," she looked Donna straight in her eyes. They were full of a mixture of tenderness and love again.
"I don't know what to say," Donna said after a moment. "This may sound selfish, but I'm happy you don't have to go anywhere."
"Me too," Miranda said, kissing her. "You know, it's a huge relief that the twins aren't home. It would have been much harder for me to deal with."
"Yes, of course, I understand you completely," Donna said, patting her on the back.
Miranda shivered. "Oh, Donna," her knees buckled.
"Are you okay, Miranda? Donna was frightened.
"Hug me, please."
Donna hugged her tightly. "I love you, Miranda Priestly," she whispered in her ear. "I'm so happy we can be together."
"I'm so happy we can be together."
"Yeah... just the thought of having to leave you was driving me crazy." Miranda fidgeted. "I just needed to make sure this was all happening."
"I was just wondering if you wanted to..." Donna hesitated for a moment.
"What, baby?" Miranda's curiosity flared.
"...if you'd like to move into my house," Donna finished the sentence.
Miranda's face lit up. "Are you serious? Really? You have no idea how happy your offer made me. I want nothing more than to be with you. I love you so much, Donna Sheridan," she kissed her. "Aren't you afraid it'll look suspicious?" Miranda outlined her concerns. "You know what I mean."
"Yes, I do. On the contrary, I think my girls welcome the fact that I won't be alone in the house. And it certainly won't occur to them that we've fallen in love."
And it certainly won't occur to them that we've fallen in love."
"That sounds logical. I have a secret wish, though," Miranda said after a moment.
"Do you?" Donna burned with curiosity.
"To make love to you in this room." Miranda gave her a dreamy look.
"That's been my secret wish for years," Donna's face lit up.
Miranda just swallowed. "Really?
"It's always been my dream. To give me to someone I can really trust. This room means so much to me. These walls have seen all my ups and mostly my downs." Donna grinned bitterly. "How many tears have I cried here... and now I want to experience the most beautiful feelings of happiness, passion, and pleasure... with you."
"Are we all set, Sky?" They heard Pepper's voice through the slightly ajar window.
"Yeah, I think so. I bet Donna will be pleased. And hopefully, Miranda will enjoy it too."
"Are they even coming? Pepper asked.
"That's a good question," Sky replied, looking up. "That depends on how Miranda takes the fact that she can't fly home as planned and has to stay here for a few more days. Sophie and I are both anxiously awaiting the result. Let's hope Miranda doesn't break Donna in half," he joked, and they both burst out laughing.
"Well, they have a pretty good opinion of me," Miranda sulked.
"You know it looks good on you when you get mad like that," Donna laughed softly.
"Really?" Miranda smiled. She loved her teasing. "What are you celebrating today?"
"Now and then, we're all getting together for a celebratory dinner. We're singing and dancing, drinking, eating, having a good time. This year's highlight is the wonderful news of Rosie and Bill's wedding. I'm so glad Rosie is finally happy," Donna said excitedly. "They're both such a great match, and I think they're going to have a good marriage."
"I hope it works out for them," Miranda smiled. "I haven't had any good experiences with it."
"Would you come to the party with me, please? I don't want to go alone." Donna wrapped her arms around Miranda's waist.
"Mmm, honestly, I'm not a party girl at all," she said, much to Donna's disappointment.
"We don't have to be there all the time, honey. It's going to be a dinner in honor of Rosie and Bill. I'd like to introduce you to my people," Donna said in a firm voice. "That doesn't mean you'll lose your privacy."
Miranda stood stunned by Donna's speech. "I didn't say I didn't trust you or the people here. My point was that I don't like to attend parties, fundraisers, or any social events. And when I do have to go, I usually don't stay more than twenty minutes."
Donna stared at her, not knowing what to say.
"Having said that," Miranda continued, "I'm willing to make an exception just for you." She stroked Donna's cheek with her fingertips.
"I love you so much." Donna smiled happily.
The ringing of Miranda's phone interrupted their conversation. "Oh, my girls calling," she happily picked up the receiver.
"I'll pick you up in about an hour," Donna said, winking at her and walking away.
When Donna returned home, Tanya and Rosie were no longer there, which surprised her. She hadn't been at Miranda's long enough for them to think that... She felt her cheek burn, and that pleasantly arousing feeling coursed through her body again. She didn't even try to understand what was happening to her. She was happy and in love. It sounded so plain and straightforward. She couldn't wait to be with Miranda again.
When Donna picked her up for the party, Miranda couldn't take her eyes off her.
"Oh my God, you look gorgeous," Miranda said when she saw Donna in a dark green silver woven dress with a plunging neckline and pumps. "You're damn sexy," she swallowed and kissed her gently on the neck.
"Kiss my neck, and I'm not responsible for what comes after," Donna moaned.
"We'd better go before I lose control," Miranda grinned.
Their arrival caused a great shudder. Everyone looked at Miranda with great curiosity. Some were seeing her for the first time. Others speculated how many thousands of dollars she had on her. Local girls were excited to see the most powerful woman in the fashion industry with their own eyes.
"Miranda, I'm so glad you came," Sophie hugged her.
"There was no reason to refuse," Miranda smiled.
"You're a treasure, Mom," Sophie whispered in her ear. "I knew you could do it."
Donna always opened social events.
"I'm so glad we're all getting together again after a while. Tonight we have a perfect reason to celebrate. First of all, it's a real pleasure to welcome our distinguished guest, Miranda Priestly, the editor-in-chief of the Runway fashion magazine from New York," Donna introduced her. There was a cheerful round of applause. Sophie translated her speech into Greek, as not many of the older generation spoke English.
"And before we sit down to eat, drink, and be entertained, I would like to tell you some wonderful news that I am sure will delight you as much as it does me. Two wonderful people have decided to get married."
Donna had to wait for Sophie's translation before saying the names of the two lucky people. It was amusing to watch them look at each other and wonder who they might be.
Sophie nodded for Donna to continue.
"Let's raise our glasses and cheer on our soon-to-be-married couple, Rosie and Bill."
The crowd received the news with thunderous cheers.
"Now that's cause for celebration," laughed a surprised Harry.
After the toast, they served dinner. Donna was about to get up to help, but Sky stopped her.
"Relax, Donna, everything is taken care of. Just attend to your guest," he smiled at her.
"O-okay, fine," replied Donna, who was a little confused.
After a tasty dinner, the party got underway. The youngsters took over the dance floor while the others found a place away from the loud music to talk undisturbed, which Miranda welcomed with relief.
Miranda's world was the loud clacking of heels, not decibels. She loved music, but this loud sound was tearing her ears apart.
Rosie recounted her humorous experiences with Bill. She had countless of those.
"You two have found each other," Donna giggled.
Rosie put her hand on hers. "You don't know how happy I am," she gushed."We can't thank Sophie and you enough for bringing us together."
"But..." Donna started to object, but Rosie stopped her. "You know what I mean," she looked at her.
"Yeah, I think I do."
"So, have you set a date and place for the wedding?" Miranda asked.
"Actually, that's why we came, but maybe it's not appropriate to talk about it now," Rosie said.
"What? Are you kidding me? Did you hear that, Tanya? Our best friend is getting married, and she said it's not appropriate to talk about it," she said theatrically. "Of course, it's appropriate!"
"Well, what we know for sure is that we want to get married in this magical place that brought us together." Rosie looked at Donna.
"You're damn lucky you chose Kalokairi," Donna giggled.
"We didn't even think of any other place." Rosie's face lit up. "We don't have a date set yet, but we thought next month would be just perfect."
"Wonderful." Donna's eyes shone with happiness. "We're going to give you a beautiful wedding."
"Can I ask you to dance?" came a voice behind Rosie's back.
"Bill!" She exclaimed happily. "Our wedding has just been confirmed here."
"Wonderful news!" He kissed her. "Thank you so much, Donna."
They both believed it would work out that way, but their love was born against a backdrop of events that were very painful for Donna. While everyone else had found different kinds of happiness, she had lost everything. Miranda's arrival came at just the right time. For both of them. Rosie had come to believe that the spirit of Aphrodite controlled their destiny.
"Are you with us, Rosie?" she heard Bill's voice.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I was lost in thought."
"Yes, I noticed that," he chuckled, leading her to join the dancing crowd.
"Oh god, just look at them," Donna sighed. "They make me so happy."
"It took Bill a little longer than expected, but Rosie's patience paid off," Tanya said as she sipped her glass of wine.
The evening had been enjoyable. Miranda was having a great time, as she had recently at her first dinner with Donna and her friends. She had noticed that people were very comfortable in Donna's presence. Tanya and Rosie told stories from when Donna was "the life and soul of the party, el rock chick supremo." Miranda listened with great interest.
"She always knew how to spice things up, but she never let anyone disturb her. I always had to fight for the boys' favor," joked Tanya.
"Yeah, and she always managed to disappear every time." Rosie gave her a reproachful look.
"But always alone," Donna said.
"Yeah, until..." Tanya didn't finish the sentence, much to Miranda's disappointment.
"We want Donna and the Dynamo," the merry group approached them. Among them were Sophie, Sky and their friends.
"I just hope whatever happens now doesn't change anything between us," Donna bowed to Miranda before leaving with her friends.
Miranda noticed a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She wondered what that might mean and what she could expect.
"Now you're going to see something!" Harry teased her eagerness. "Let's sit closer so we can get a good look."
Miranda obediently stood up and followed them. Her movement caught everyone's attention. The platinum white hair was hard to miss. She could feel their stares, but she didn't mind because she was used to it, and it didn't bother her.
"Miranda, would you like to join us?" Sophie stopped at their table.
"No, no, she's already taken," Harry replied.
"Oh my God! Sophie exclaimed dramatically. "And what is she going to do with old men like you?"
"Did you hear what our little girl said?" Harry asked Bill.
What would you expect from our daughter?" Bill laughed and pulled her tenderly to him.
It was an unexpectedly powerful experience for Miranda. Something incredible was happening before her eyes—the harmony between them. No rivalry, no jealousy. They were happy no matter who her father was, even though it might not have been either of them. Maybe it was the third. But they just didn't care.
"That's right. She's so like Donna," Harry laughed. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"Hey, Mom's great." Sophie patted him on the back and went back to her friends.
"Seems like you have a great relationship," Miranda said.
"Yeah, she's such a wonderful girl. I love her like she's my own," Harry muttered.
"So do I," Bill said. "Donna raised her so well."
"Ladies and gentlemen," Pepper's voice interrupted their conversation. "Please welcome Donna and the Dynamos."
"Yes, yes, finally!" Sophie yelled.
The lights faded, and three female silhouettes could be seen in the shadows. Donna was facing the audience with her left arm slightly raised, while Tanya and Rosie were visible in profile, all holding microphones.
Miranda was overly excited because she could tell that they were wearing the spandex costumes she had seen in the framed picture in Donna's room, even in the dim light. When Dancing Queen began to play, Donna gently nudged both of their hips, and when they started to sing, all the lights came on.
Miranda just swallowed. They looked incredibly fresh and sexy. The costumes fit their bodies perfectly.
Tanya, tall, with a great figure that would be the envy of any model. Her costume was seemingly simple but very sophisticated. The neckline barely covered her nipples. All accentuated by mid-thigh boots. Tanya was the eccentric type, and the costume suited her.
Rosie, the smallest of the two and a little chubby. But the costume was perfectly cut and tailored and made her look a little slimmer. Her assets were her full breasts, and her perfectly cut cleavage drew stares from the audience.
But Donna shone like the brightest star. Miranda longed to see her in this costume, but it exceeded all her expectations. Her ornate outfit was gorgeous and damn expensive. She was laced in gold, with a fancy pattern and large ruffles studded with glittering sequins on the sleeves and legs. The push-up bra only accentuated her sex appeal. Her every move and gesture was full of joy. 'When I'm on stage, I'm kind of a different person,' Miranda remembered Donna's recent words.
And while Rosie's costume slimmed her down a bit, Donna's costume added quite a bit to her thighs and buttocks. Miranda couldn't take her eyes off her. When Donna leaned in and sang just for her for a moment, she was amazed. Almost ecstasy came when Donna wiggled her buttocks in front of her. Miranda noticed the stripe under the fringe that imaginatively divided her buttocks in half. Donna knew how to drive an audience crazy, and Miranda could imagine how crazy the guys must have been for her. Miranda took a quick sip from her glass of wine to hide her growing arousal. From the moment her foot touched this magical island, she had been riding an endless wave of absolute happiness.
"So, how did you like it?" Harry shouted over the cheering crowd.
"Wonderful," Miranda said.
"There's no one better than our Dynamos." Bill whistled loudly.
It was clear that the audience wouldn't let Donna and her friends leave without adding another song. They sang Super Trouper and Waterloo, and Miranda could enjoy it now. Donna's warm voice caressed her soul.
She found herself squirming in her chair and stomping to the beat. 'God, if only someone could see me!" she laughed inwardly. Harry and Billy sang along with the crowd. Although Miranda knew and loved ABBA songs, she preferred to keep quiet. A top-rated karaoke show followed their performance.
After changing their clothes, Donna, Rosie, and Tanya headed to Miranda's table.
"I'm done," Donna breathed heavily.
"Mom. That was something worth seeing," Sophie hugged her tightly. "You were wonderful, but I wish you would sing more songs."
"Thank you, darling. We tried our best," Donna smiled.
"You were fantastic," Miranda agreed.
"I'm so glad you liked it," Donna said with profound relief.
"And what about our costumes? Did you like them?" Tanya couldn't resist the question.
"It was her idea to wear them," Donna exclaimed out.
"The costumes are perfect. You look amazing in them. A joy to look at."
"See?" said Tanya. "I told you she'd love it."
Miranda's words warmed Donna's heart. She didn't want to hear that she would ever have to wear this costume again. It took quite a while for Tanya and Rosie to change Donna's mind. For some reason, she was afraid of Miranda's reaction. And now the woman who ran the biggest fashion industry in the world was sitting next to her and who openly admired their costumes.
Donna and Miranda were alone at the table, which was OK with them.
"Are you serious about the costumes?" Donna asked again.
"Of course, I am" Miranda nodded. "It even gave me an interesting idea for my magazine."
"Really?" Donna looked at her in surprise. "Are you always such a workaholic?"
"Hmm, considering it's a working visit, then yes," came the teasing reply.
Donna laughed. "Does a working visit allow you to dance with me?" she whispered in Miranda's ear.
"Dance? With me?" Miranda was startled. "I'm sorry, Donna, but I don't feel comfortable around so many strangers. And I can't remember the last time I danced."
"They'd be playing something in slow tempo, and the people here wouldn't care about us. I know them," Donna tried to convince her.
"Look, Donna, I love you more than I love you to the moon and back, and that's why I'm here with you right now. But please don't drag me into something I don't want to do," Miranda said firmly. "But," she paused for a moment, "I wouldn't mind dancing with you in private," she smiled at her sensually.
Donna's eyes widened. Miranda had her right where she wanted her. "Oh my God, how could I resist this offer!" Donna had to force herself not to hug and kiss her. She couldn't wait to get back to their love nest.