DISCLAMER: I don`t own the devil wears Prada OR the characters in this story
IMPORTANT BEFORE READING: Also help a girl out. I have not read Miranda x Andrea stories so I do not know if the ideas in this story are mine originally or if someone has done similar ones in their stories. If YOU personally feel ripped off (I have done something extremely similar as you in your story) I would appreciate that you told me so I can change mine a bit so it`s not as similar. But OF COURSE these ideas have propably been used before so I would also like if you didn`t come yell about smaller details that dont matter. Love you all!
Chapter: 1 : Paris
"Everybody wants to be us." Miranda said looking at me and putting on her sunglasses. She plastered on her smile for the cameras and I just knew it was not a genuine smile.
For a couple seconds I just sat there thinking if this is really what I wanted. Did I want to be like her?
I exited the car and stood watching Miranda walking up the stairs crowded by the paparazzi. She was enjoying the attention. How could she do what she did to Nigel? Did I really do the same to Emily?
Sadly smiling I turned around and crossed the street walking towards the fountain. Maybe it would be better if I left? But after the tiniest unnoticable peek around my shoulder I saw that Miranda had seen that I had left and stopped at the top of the stairs to look around for me with a distressed look on her face. That made me stop on my tracks. She was looking for me and I wasn`t there. I felt a small pressure on my chest as guilt of leaving hit me.
Slowly starting to walk away again I heard my phone ring and saw that it was Miranda calling. Debating for a minute if I should answer or not I was at crossroads. It was easy to leave Runway but leaving Miranda, felt impossible for a reason I don`t know.
Starting to once again walk away I stared at the phone and the pressed the red ignore button. "Andreah." Miranda`s voice suddenly startled me. Her hand seized me from my shoulder and whipped me around to face her. "Do not EVER leave me, again." Her 7 inch heels made her tower over me and her eyes were fiery as she looked at me angrier than ever before. Her emotionless soft quiet voice had turned into and angry snarl as she pronounced every word strongly to make a point of me having no choice in this matter. "Now you will come with me, go to all the shows and the dinners and the galas, and I will not let you out of my site during the rest of this trip. You will do all your duties impeccable and return to New York with me. You will not tell anyone that you tried and failed to leave today." Miranda stared at me still angry. "The all of this can be forgotten."
She sighed angrily and started to pull me back towards the paparazzi. Some of them had been brave enough to come closer, but not close enough to hear what Miranda said. They were taking pictures from afar. Even the paparazzi knew that Miranda was strict about her privacy. The paparazzi never followed her. Only her walking to these sorts of events were a safe zone for the paparazzi. Everywhere else they would be without a job in hours if Miranda caught them trying to pry into her life.
"But Miranda I-" I tried to get a word in looking back at the fountain and my freedom from this job.
Miranda whipped me around again to look at her. "No Andreah!" Miranda said rising her voice. This was bad, she never raised her voice. Casting my gaze to my feet silently I allowed her to pull me closer and whisper to my ear since the paparazzi were now close enough to hear what she was going to say: "You. Will. NOT. Leave."
"I-" But from her antagonizing look the words fell flat on my lips and instead I said: "Yes Miranda." And walked behind her as she once again started walking up the stairs that led to the glorious building but this time she did not smile for the cameras, she showed no emotions.
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