The Maid and Her Lady Knight Part 2
“Es tut mir leid! Ich habe Fieber und ...”
(I'm sorry, I'm feverish and..”)
“Ich weiß. Das Glühen sieht man über die ganze Etage. Ich hoffe nur, dass Sie nicht all Ihre Bakterien in meinem Zimmer verteilt haben.”
(“I know. Your glowing can be seen on the whole level. I just hope you didn't spread all your bacterias in my room.”)
Her lips pursed but there was a sparkling in her eyes that made me think she was also a bit amused.
Anyway I worried so much about displeasing the pretty woman that I sat up quickly and gathered the bottles again.
“Es kommt drauf an...Mein uhm area? sind Suiten.”
(“It depends...My area is the suites.”)
“Oh your are not german are you? Well even easier for me. I guess someone will have to clean it again then... it's the one just next to this one here.”
And when realization hit me and I just wanted to get up in shock with respect or admiration, her boss stopped over.
“What is going on here? Why is my suite not ready? I see the door ajar, the cart still in and the maid with my editor in chief on the floor. Explanation please?”
“Settle down Irv. This poor woman is sick and fainted.”
“Well now she is awake, regarding her big eyes staring at me. So she can finish.”
“Of course I will. Just a moment. The bottles will be the last task.”
“You will do no such thing.”
Miranda Priestly herself got up, took the bottles, thrusted them in Irv Ravitz's arms, pulled out the cart and stared then at him.
It was sexy as hell and scary. But damn how I gaped.
“Happy now?”
He didn't answer. Just slipped in and shut the door with a loud bang. Sometimes even he knows when he went too far.
Now she looked at me and pursed her lips again.
I thought she was annoyed by my body still being attached to the floor on way too many spots, so I got up. My vision blurred and I was out again.
Next time I woke up it was on a plushy couch in one of the suites. In her suite regarding her being barefoot. She was sitting in a chair opposite, glasses perched on the end of her nose and concentrated in, what I got to know later as, the book.
“I fainted again didn't I?”
Miranda looked up and took off her glasses.
“Mhm. Yes but as elegant as before, don't worry. One could think of you as a good actress. You should let yourself get paid for fainting. It is quiet a sight.”
I must have been red as a beet. At least it felt like it.
“You..you are Miranda Priestly...no freesias, refill off extra strong coffee, San Pellegrino, be quick, no talking to her. Never touch belongings...fashion editor and....and everybody relates to you in regards of style and beauty. How can you call me elegant or a sight?”
It was so surreal and I felt out of place. Her sight, her aura even.. I didn't feel worthy. She noticed my uneasiness and got up, walking over to me and handing me a cup of tea.
“Stop worrying. Drink first, it will sooth you. You must be quiet dehydrated.”
With shaky hands I took the cup, looking up at her while sipping.
“Yes you got my name right and fashion is my job though it's not who I am. What I like in my private life might be quiet different. Coffee oh yes, the water I admit it's stupid, the freesias....I'm allergic and yes I think you are quiet a sight under this overworked surface”
She sat again now and I placed the cup on the table.
“I am sorry. Of course a job is not defining someone. Thank you for the compliment....I should head home now since I bothered you way too long already.”
I couldn't really believe that she was serious though I know it better today. She once confessed that she had have a crush on me by first sight. Even if she might be killing me for telling you, her wording was:” You looked like a fallen angel. Pale but beautiful and I just wanted to rescue you. There was a connection I felt and I couldn't resist that feeling”. That was some years later when I heard it the first time. Also why exactly she felt so connected by the situation I was in. But right there in her room we just danced around eachother's words.
“No worries. I have twins, I am capable of taking care of one woman. Is there someone who can pick you up?”
“I will just take a cab.”
“You will do no such thing. There must be a friend or some family member who can take care of you. You are still glowing like a christmas tree.”
“There is no one. I am alone in Berlin. Work takes all my time and I need to go to my supervisors and tell them I am finished. They must be angry and wondering where I am.”
“They know you are here. Your colleague stopped by and helped me getting you in here. I called your department to tell them what happened.”
So that was how I ended up in her room. In big awe, a fever, in my maid uniform. Pale, sweaty, sick, tousled hair, dry lips.
The best state one could meet the editor in chief of runway.
But hey... she had called me a sight.
(I'm sorry, I'm feverish and..”)
“Ich weiß. Das Glühen sieht man über die ganze Etage. Ich hoffe nur, dass Sie nicht all Ihre Bakterien in meinem Zimmer verteilt haben.”
(“I know. Your glowing can be seen on the whole level. I just hope you didn't spread all your bacterias in my room.”)
Her lips pursed but there was a sparkling in her eyes that made me think she was also a bit amused.
Anyway I worried so much about displeasing the pretty woman that I sat up quickly and gathered the bottles again.
“Es kommt drauf an...Mein uhm area? sind Suiten.”
(“It depends...My area is the suites.”)
“Oh your are not german are you? Well even easier for me. I guess someone will have to clean it again then... it's the one just next to this one here.”
And when realization hit me and I just wanted to get up in shock with respect or admiration, her boss stopped over.
“What is going on here? Why is my suite not ready? I see the door ajar, the cart still in and the maid with my editor in chief on the floor. Explanation please?”
“Settle down Irv. This poor woman is sick and fainted.”
“Well now she is awake, regarding her big eyes staring at me. So she can finish.”
“Of course I will. Just a moment. The bottles will be the last task.”
“You will do no such thing.”
Miranda Priestly herself got up, took the bottles, thrusted them in Irv Ravitz's arms, pulled out the cart and stared then at him.
It was sexy as hell and scary. But damn how I gaped.
“Happy now?”
He didn't answer. Just slipped in and shut the door with a loud bang. Sometimes even he knows when he went too far.
Now she looked at me and pursed her lips again.
I thought she was annoyed by my body still being attached to the floor on way too many spots, so I got up. My vision blurred and I was out again.
Next time I woke up it was on a plushy couch in one of the suites. In her suite regarding her being barefoot. She was sitting in a chair opposite, glasses perched on the end of her nose and concentrated in, what I got to know later as, the book.
“I fainted again didn't I?”
Miranda looked up and took off her glasses.
“Mhm. Yes but as elegant as before, don't worry. One could think of you as a good actress. You should let yourself get paid for fainting. It is quiet a sight.”
I must have been red as a beet. At least it felt like it.
“You..you are Miranda Priestly...no freesias, refill off extra strong coffee, San Pellegrino, be quick, no talking to her. Never touch belongings...fashion editor and....and everybody relates to you in regards of style and beauty. How can you call me elegant or a sight?”
It was so surreal and I felt out of place. Her sight, her aura even.. I didn't feel worthy. She noticed my uneasiness and got up, walking over to me and handing me a cup of tea.
“Stop worrying. Drink first, it will sooth you. You must be quiet dehydrated.”
With shaky hands I took the cup, looking up at her while sipping.
“Yes you got my name right and fashion is my job though it's not who I am. What I like in my private life might be quiet different. Coffee oh yes, the water I admit it's stupid, the freesias....I'm allergic and yes I think you are quiet a sight under this overworked surface”
She sat again now and I placed the cup on the table.
“I am sorry. Of course a job is not defining someone. Thank you for the compliment....I should head home now since I bothered you way too long already.”
I couldn't really believe that she was serious though I know it better today. She once confessed that she had have a crush on me by first sight. Even if she might be killing me for telling you, her wording was:” You looked like a fallen angel. Pale but beautiful and I just wanted to rescue you. There was a connection I felt and I couldn't resist that feeling”. That was some years later when I heard it the first time. Also why exactly she felt so connected by the situation I was in. But right there in her room we just danced around eachother's words.
“No worries. I have twins, I am capable of taking care of one woman. Is there someone who can pick you up?”
“I will just take a cab.”
“You will do no such thing. There must be a friend or some family member who can take care of you. You are still glowing like a christmas tree.”
“There is no one. I am alone in Berlin. Work takes all my time and I need to go to my supervisors and tell them I am finished. They must be angry and wondering where I am.”
“They know you are here. Your colleague stopped by and helped me getting you in here. I called your department to tell them what happened.”
So that was how I ended up in her room. In big awe, a fever, in my maid uniform. Pale, sweaty, sick, tousled hair, dry lips.
The best state one could meet the editor in chief of runway.
But hey... she had called me a sight.