Miranda gazed at the redheads seated before her.

“Girls…” Miranda sighed.

“I didn’t do it.” Cassidy blurted. Caroline jabbed her in the ribs and made a cutting motion across her neck.

Miranda looked from one girl to the other before continuing. “Andrea and I are dating.”

The twins ( Read more... )

Andy tapped her foot nervously on the floor as Roy drove them to the airport. Miranda reached out and grabbed her knee, putting pressure on it until the younger woman stopped.

“Please, Andrea, you have been doing that for the past twenty minutes. You’re starting to give me a headache.”

“Sorry Miranda.”

“What ( Read more... )

This is just a little video I threw together...

The song it Stupid Girls by Pink

Unfortunately, I do not own the movie or the song...

Click to view

Andy looked down at her desk. Who had left their cell phone behind? It began to ring and she looked down at the Caller I.D. What in the world?

“Hello?”

“Hello, Andrea.” The soft voice purred through the phone.

“Miranda, how did you know I would answer?”

“Because it is your cell phone, silly.”

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Please credit, do not hotlink, blanks are not bases, and credit for *most* of the marg pictures goes to margamania.net

***

Miranda heard the familiar beep of a received email.

From: andysachs@nymirror.com (Andy Sachs)

To: mpriestly@runwaymag.com

Subject: Oh no!

Aw, you caught me.

But this means war.

***

From: mpriestly@runwaymag.com (Miranda Priestly)

To: andysachs@nymirror.com

Subject: Oh really?

When did you slip it ( Read more... )

It was almost a week before Andy received the email that she should have realized she was eagerly expecting. She had been ignoring the fact that she was waiting on the edge of her seat for it, until it finally came.

From: mpriestly@runwaymag.com (Miranda Priestly)

To: andysachs@nymirror.com

Subject: Dinner

Tonight 8:30?

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Miranda Priestly looked stunning as she made her entrance.

Andy groaned and deleted the sentence. Of course Miranda looked stunning, did she ever look anything but?

At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to kill Greg. How could she possibly write this story after what happened?

The brunette leaned back ( Read more... )

         This is a Devil Wears Prada fanfic. I'm branching out, enjoy!

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Miranda Priestly never regretted anything. Then again, she had never lost Andrea before. It had been six months since Paris (not that she was counting) and she still thought of her often.

It was with a tinge of sadness that she walked into the office every ( Read more... )