AN: I do not own the Devil Wears Prada
FASHION ICON DEAD
As Andy reads the headline, she feels her heart drop to the ground. The headline soon becomes blurry and she realizes that tears have welled in her eyes. She has no clue why Miranda Priestly's death would be affecting her like this. She hadn't seen the woman in five years. But somehow she had always been on her mind. She had always thought that one day they would meet again and things would be different. She didn't know how, she just knew they would. But now, now she realizes that is never going to happen. Miranda Priestly is dead. The thought leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. Miranda's death shouldn't mean so much to her. Later as she sits in front of her laptop, it hits her. She was in love with Miranda Priestly. It seemed like a bizarre thought, she is married and has a son. She loves her husband. How could she have been in love with Miranda all these years and have never known? She had always admired Miranda's beauty and control. But she realized that she had fallen in love with the woman who exuded power and confidence. The woman who could say a thousand words with a single look. Miranda had been an enigma, someone who people wished they could be. But there was only one Miranda Priestly; no one came close to her perfection, her grace. Now she was dead, cold, and soon to be six feet under. Andy allowed herself to cry it out before she went to pick up her son Henry from pre-school. She finished her article for the Times, fixed dinner, and shoved her feelings over Miranda's death so far down she hoped they never resurfaced. Although every year on Miranda's death she allowed herself to cry and grieve for the woman she lost. She does not believe she is a lesbian she loves her husband. She thinks it was just a one-time thing, an exception. After all, Miranda was the exception to everything. Why not now, when she is dead, can she not be exempt from Andy's love?