In the car on their way to the hospital, Miranda couldn't stop from thinking about Robert...and how much she wanted him with her. She was scared to death and although Nigel was really hanging in there for her, he was freaking her out more than keeping her calm.

She was almost positive she was experiencing an out of body experience or going into ( Read more... )

It only took one step outside to witness the beautiful job Stephen had done on Robert's black porshe. While he left the wheels intact, presumably so he could still leave, the headlights were shattered and he had run his key in a perfect straight line along both sides of the car ( Read more... )

"Hey", he said. He glanced at the microwave which was now making sizzling and popping noises for having food in far too long. "Are you gonna let that burn to a crisp or are you gonna move your ass?"

Miranda jumped into gear. "So sorry", Miranda said sarcastically as she stopped the timer and removed the steaming hot plate as quickly as possible. ( Read more... )

The clackers in the halls of runway were especially noisy today, and for a good reason. Miranda was in a seriously foul mood and she had already fired some timid looking girl from the art department for bumping into her on her way to join Irv for lunch. And if there was ever a worst time to bump into Miranda its when she is about to join Irv for ( Read more... )

Miranda Priestly sat in a small sitting room just off of the second floor landing of her Manhattan townhouse. She sat cross-legged, still in the impeccable wardrobe she wore earlier that day to work (except for a few buttons undone at the top of her blouse), on an antique style love seat. Her glasses perched on her nose as she stared unhappily down ( Read more... )