Life, it's complicated.
White Knuckled
A/N: Hi, first time publishing. Really just trying something new. Kind of nervous so without further adieu enjoy.
It had been four years. Four wonderful, fulfilling, adventurous years, but still something felt missing. She had travelled, immersed herself in the cultures of the world, and lived within the different socioeconomic backdrops of society. Studied the different people she had surrounded herself with, racially, fiscally and socially. Andy loved it, every minute of it. Still within her correspondence to her family and friends at home, something felt missing. Like a part of Andy was stuck and she wouldn't be whole until she found it.
It had been four years. Four wonderful, fulfilling, groundbreaking years, but still something felt missing. She had travelled, immersed herself in the cultures of the world, sifting through the different socioeconomic backdrops of society to deliver some of the best new designers of our generation. Studied their design their attention to detail, the fabric, stitching, cut and structure of each piece. Breaking them down until she found the ones suitable to grace the pages of her beloved magazine. Still within her office at Elias Clarke surrounded by all this beauty a piece of Miranda was stuck, and she wouldn't be whole until she found it.
Everything was running entirely to plan. Andy was enjoying herself. Exploring the world asserting her freedom and her inquisitive nature on the unsuspecting populace. Taught by her parents to always satisfy her voracious need for knowledge and understanding by asking questions delving in headfirst until she acquired the answers she seeked. She spoke to her friends regularly and her family more so enjoying conversing in her downtime and occasionally indulging in raucous nights drinking away the evening. Everything was running entirely to plan.
Everything was running entirely to plan. Her girls were growing into smart ambitious teenagers, always inquisitive, taught to question by their mother the things of this world so they could one day make sense of all they wished to know. Although single since her divorce from Stephen the townhouse never seemed empty, friends of the twins coming and going, Nigel and occasionally Donatella stopping by for drinks and conversation. Everything was running entirely to plan.
Growing up as Andy had afforded her with the money and skills to enjoy a luxurious life. Her father's great, great, great grandfather was the founding Sachs in Goldman and Sachs and Andy had been provided early on the means to do as she pleased. Her parents raised her humble. Growing up in the Midwest her father married for love and raised Andrea with an understanding much beyond her years that the lifestyle that comes with wealth, influence and power can be corrupting. Andy never wanted for naught but the rewards hard work garnered were instilled in her from a very young age. She attended public school in Cincinnati throughout her primary and secondary education and gained admittance to Northwestern University off her own merit. Her sir name while famous was often overlooked and Andrea appreciated the anonymity she was gifted with moving away from home and into the world as her own person.
Andy battled through University with all the average Joes making friends, partying and studying hard to fulfil her dream of becoming a journalist. She graduated with honours and three of the best friends she could ask for. Lily, Doug and Nate accepted Andy for who she was. Didn't question her ability to shout a whole nights out drinking and accepted her whole heartedly when she announced quite drunkenly her preference for the fairer sex while dancing on a table singing I kissed a girl by Katy Perry. The friendship was never without its hiccups, weeks without communication when they found out why she could afford to shout though not out of spite, more so the feeling that the understanding they had that they could tell each other anything, without judgement had been breached and they reacted on instinct. A couple of drunken text messages and a tearful run in later and all was restored to normalcy.
It was as their graduation was approaching that the four friends made a pact that they were going to take New York by storm. Lily using her creative arts/ business degree to manage a gallery, Nate as a chef in one of the more popular vegan eateries and Doug as a junior associate surprisingly Goldman and Sachs. Andrea although undecided on the course her career was to take was supported entirely in her decisions not to rely on her family name and slog it out in the competitive world of journalism. It was this fateful pact on this fateful day that lead one Andrea Elizabeth Sachs directly into the path of Miranda Priestly and the situation that she found herself in now, battered and bruised with what she suspects is a broken nose scraped knuckles and a very angry looking Ellen and understanding Richard Sachs and a visibly distressed Miranda Priestly.
Growing up as Miriam Princhek was hard. Not only did her family have little money but her father has passed when she was young forcing a thirteen year old Miriam to work as a seamstress at the local tailor to help her mother get by. It was while assisting at the tailor that a young Miriam gained her refined eye for design and the many intricacies that came with it. The head seamstress Mrs Walters noticing her dedication and thirst for design took Miriam under her tutelage nursing her skills and educating her on the finer points of understanding the intention in which and outfit is made to be an art piece the body a canvas.
Miriam spent many an afternoon honing her skills and at the age of 17 she was accepted as an assistant to the creative director at Runway London. Years she dedicated to learning and silently taking in all the workings within the magazine while still performing the tasks required of her as she moved up within the ranks of first Runway London and later Runway America. At the ripe old age of 32 Miriam Princhek appeared transformed, rejuvenated, restyled as Miranda Priestly, the youngest ever Editor in Chief of American Runway.
At 46 Miranda had done it all. Married and divorced thrice, had two beautiful girls, travelled the world and successfully cultivated a magazine to becoming the number 1 selling fashion journal in the world. Realising that although she may be able to do and achieve anything she set her mind to the same could disappointingly not be said of her staff, which is why she is currently listening as her first assistant Emily Charlton turns away one more candidate for the position of second assistant. After allowing the girl two tries, one too many in Miranda's book she has finally come to the conclusion that if you want something done right you have to do it yourself. It was this decisive philosophy on this fateful day that lead one Andrea Elizabeth Sachs careening into her path and the situation Miranda finds herself in now. A battered and bruised Andrea lying in a hospital bed, an angry Ellen and understanding Richard Sachs and a fraught nervous system.
A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read. If you would like me to continue let me know. Cheers