I don't own Devil Wears Prada in any way shape or form except I bought a copy of the book and film! I intend no offence in writing this story and do not earn money from it. This is a lesbian story, if you don't like it please don't read it. Thanks. Also this story has not been beta'd. I have made all the mistakes on my own.

Andy Sachs sat at her desk in the outer office of Miranda Priestly. As the first assistant Andrea had to handle all appointments for Miranda as well as her finances and giving Miranda whatever support she needed, which kept Andrea extremely busy.

Hardly ever having a minute to think about herself. Andy sat at her desk thinking that this was a strange day. Miranda seemed almost happy and she was unnaturally quiet. No appointment changes, no dashing about from one place to the other, the phones were so quiet that Andy checked them every few minutes just to check they were still working. So Andy had a few minutes to actually think, think about herself.

"I can't believe I'm still here, after what went down in Paris, I still can't believe Miranda let me back in and what's more promoted me to first assistant. No, I can believe it, I am in love with Miranda, that's why I couldn't leave, that's why I'm still here but why did Miranda let me back in?"

Emily had been promoted to become Nigel's assistant where she is to learn the ropes for his job, she doesn't seem too thrilled says she probably won't get to Paris this year as she will still be a junior. I think she really hates me now. I had to keep the clothes. Miranda expects to see me in them. Andy has to re-convince herself about that.

"Andrea " Miranda called quietly.

Andy dashed in with notebook and pen in hand "Yes Miranda"?.

"Andrea, time for lunch, get our coats, bags and tell Roy five minutes. That's all!

Andy's eyes widened "Yes Miranda"

Andy was so shocked that Miranda had indicated that she was to have lunch with her she almost forgot to ring Roy, but managed it at the last minute and was praying that Roy would make it when Miranda walked out her office and took the coat and bag from Andy and kept walking as she put the coat on always seeming in a hurry, Andy had to practically run to keep up with her.

Nothing was said on the way down in the elevator which Andy now shared frequently with Miranda.

Nothing was said in the town car.

When the car finally arrived at their destination, Andy saw that they were at De Marcella a wonderful Italian restaurant, she had always wanted to eat there, but hadn't been able to afford it and since Paris hadn't had anyone to go with.

Miranda sauntered in as the Doorman held open the door, the Maître de welcomed Miranda and Andy and showed them to their table.

Andy sat awkwardly, looking at Miranda with questioning eyes. Miranda for her part just did a small shrug and sliding on her reading glasses read the menu.

Andy sat at the table almost statue like, Miranda glanced up, "Andrea do look at the menu, unless you would like me to order for you?" Andy just stared at Miranda with a confused look on her face.

"Honestly Andrea, one would think you've never been out to lunch at a restaurant the way you are looking at me". Andrea heard the words as if on a slight delay, due mostly to that look Miranda was giving her. That twinkle in her eyes and the tiniest of smirks. Miranda lowered her head and continued to peruse the menu. Andrea was dumbfounded, she really couldn't work out what was happening, her brain seemed to have shut down, this was all so overwhelming. So Andrea did the only thing she could, went onto auto-pilot and got her notebook and pen from her purse, ready for the notes that were surely going to come.

Miranda looked up again, spotted the notebook and pen and pursed her lips, nodding towards them said "Andrea, you will not be needing those, I am sure you are wondering what we are doing here, yes?"

"Yes Miranda" Andy quietly replied.

"Well Andrea, it is time" Miranda paused, Andy gulped "time we spoke of what happened in Paris!"

"Oh, erm, yes, ok, I mean yes Miranda" Andy squeaked.

"Why did you go that day?"

"Why?"

Miranda got a little impatient "yes Andrea that is what I asked, why?"

"Well, I, you see I ... Miranda I don't think I can do this."

"Really? But you can do anything, right?" Miranda's voice was very quiet.

Andy's head was reeling, her heart was pumping so hard she thought her head was going to explode, she started gasping for air.

Miranda's eyes widened when she saw Andreas reaction "breathe Andrea, slow down and breathe, like this, breathe with me." Miranda reached across the table and took Andy's hand. Andy looked up into Miranda's eyes "with me Andrea, with me" Miranda took a slow breath in and then out willing Andy to do the same. Andy looked at Miranda like she was from outer space but suddenly she felt the warmth of Miranda's hand and cottoned on to the slow purpose breathing Miranda was doing and started to copy. Breathing in and out at the same pace, slowly Andy came back into herself and whispered "thanks Miranda".

"Mmm, ok Andrea, let's just order some food and eat, we can discuss this at another time, just relax." These words nearly sent Andy into another panic attack, Miranda's being kind!, but feeling Miranda's hand still in hers continued to ground her.

They held hands whilst Miranda ordered for both of them, while the waiter brought their drinks, right up until the food arrived. When Miranda removed her hand Andy felt a sharp pain in her heart at the loss, what she didn't know was that Miranda's heart ached at the loss too.

The women both sat and ate in silence. Sometimes glancing at each other, searching to see something in the other that they both desperately wanted but neither of whom could put into words.

Andy not believing that Miranda had been so kind and understanding, this was definitely a side of Miranda she had not seen before. Yes she had seen Miranda with the girls being kind and with that mummy voice she did with them and she had seen Miranda without makeup looking vulnerable in Paris that night, the full on ice Queen and dragon modes where every day occurrences but this, this was definitely new, it blew Andy's mind to think it was directed at her.

Miranda sat, wondering how much more of a fool she could make of herself today? What would Andy be thinking of her right now and why was it she cared? Miranda chided herself internally "of course you know why you care, you're in love with her you dummy! That's why you brought her to lunch that's why you want answers, is what you suspect true o have you made the whole thing up and are going insane?"

Miranda had been noticing Andrea had been looking at her before Paris and during Paris. It was her intensity of feelings for Andrea that had caused her to push the girl away in the car that day along with her feelings of guilt over letting Nigel down, not that anyone would ever know that. Then Andrea had gone, disappeared for the rest of the day. Miranda had swung between irritation, emptiness, anger and desperate longing all hidden behind those sun glasses. She had not smiled or nodded once at the fashion show. In fact she had not even seen what was going on in front of her, she had made a quick escape and returned to the hotel hoping Andrea was there. Andrea never knew that Miranda had cancelled all her appointments for the rest of the day via Emily in New York, she didn't know that Miranda had said nothing to Emily about Andrea walking away. Miranda had just sat there on the sofa staring, waiting. The most impatient woman in the world was waiting as tears trickled slowly down her face, denying in her head and heart, that she was waiting and crying for Andrea to return to her.

When the knock came at 11.43pm Miranda gently patted her face with a handkerchief, the tears had stopped hours ago but not the staring, rose from the sofa and walked calmly to the door. Opening she saw Andrea standing with head bowed, as she looked up Andrea had said "sorry Miranda".

Miranda swallowed the lump in her throat at the sight of the wretchedly beautiful woman. "Andrea, I do not care for apologies, tell me are you back? Permanently? Can I rely on you?"

"Yes Miranda"

"Good now get to bed, we have a long day tomorrow, I will need you to collect my dress from Valentino for the dinner tomorrow evening and make sure my driver is ready at 9am. You will spend the rest of the day seeing to emails and all other instructions I will have for you tomorrow. Good night Andrea." With that Miranda shut the door not even waiting for Andreas reply, she walked slowly to her bedroom and as she did so her world righted and a small smile played on her lips. "She's back".

As they finished eating Andy knew she had to tell Miranda why she left. Just as she opened her mouth to speak Miranda signalled to a waiter for the bill. "Andrea I need you to go over to Hermes and pick up 20 scarves." Andy just sat there looking at Miranda "go now Andrea". At that Andy stood and left Miranda as she was paying.

Andy walked in to the office with the scarves and placed them on the coffee table in Miranda's office. Miranda wasn't there, Andy remembered the meetings Miranda had this afternoon and that Miranda was going straight home from her last meeting. Andrea decided to take Miranda the book tonight, she had 'girded her loins' and tonight was the night.

Putting the key into the lock Andy took a deep breath, "ok Andy here goes nothing" she pushed in. The house was quiet, Andrea hung up the dry cleaning in the cupboard and stood in the middle of the hall, she took a deep breath "Miranda" she called.