I found myself infront of a huge grey building with a lot of windows. I took a deep breath before I stepped in. I couldn't believe that I was back. Back in my hometown. Back in New York City. It felt so incredible good. I haven't been here since I graduated from Constance Billiard 3 years ago. After I graduated I went to Yale and studied English as my major subject and Music as my minor subject. I also studied psychology for 3 years, but threw it away after a good party and too many gin & tonics... The next day I found out about my signature at the papers and well, it didn't feel soo bad after all. Maybe I just got myself into too much and just had to throw something away...

Through College, I probably had everything I missed in High School...The Popularity, the drugs, the affairs and the broken relationship; because of the distance between Brown and Yale. Or well let's just say it broke during College...

I wasn't sure, if I'd be here ever again. I promised myself to never come back, which wouldn't be a problem since my Family is living in Newport Beach right now. But what can I say ? I was born and raised in the big Apple...And the truth is, I missed it. I missed my Hometown. I missed the dirty New York air, the noise and the City which is already awake when the sun slowly raises. I missed everything...and I was here to get it back again.

I walked into the building and looked around; women dressed like they're fresh from the runway, men like they're something better than anyone else and furniture like it's seen in ‚The Devil wears Prada'. And this is where I am : At Vogue Magazine. I got to the desk and looked at the men dressed in an...was it armani ?; suite.

„Excuse me, I have an appointment with..." I looked at my card; „Anna Wintour." I read out loud.

„Are you Gabriella Montez ?" a red haired Girl said.

„Yeah, that's me." I said and turned around.

„Good, you're late." She said and walked away. Was I suppose to follow her ? „Come on, I don't have all day !" she said in an british accient.

Without another word I quickly ran to her and the open elevator door.

„But the appointment is in 1 hour." I explained and the elevator doors closed.

„Anna is going to be here in 25 minutes, which means, you're already late."

„Woah, woah, woah, late ?! I am going to say it again, the appointment is in 1 hour !" I said.

„And I am going to say it again also : You. Are. Late. !"

„Alright, fine. Who are you anyway ?"

„Oh, right. Sorry, I had no time to introduce myself. I am Veronica Jackson."

„Nice to meet you, Veronica."

„Uhu." She said in an annoyed voice as the elevator doors opened and she stepped out. „Alright, everybody ! Fresh meat, so don't be too hard on her !"

„Too hard on that gorgeous thing ? Never !" a brown haired guy said and I blushed.

„No need to blush, honey ! Welcome to Vogue." Another man with red hair and green eyes said to me and shook my hand, „Luke Brandon, nice to meet you."

„Gabriella Montez." I said and smiled.

„Enough of the small talk ! We have to get going !" Veronica said and quickly walked away.

„Oh, does that mean she isn't really hired yet ?" a blonde guy asked her.

„Not yet..."

„But soon I hope. I mean, where else is she going to go ? To Boltons ?" he asked the whole group and they laughed. Why did they laugh ? Boltons magazine is a great magazine about fashion, music and lifestyle ! As good as Vogue itself !

Confused I followed Veronica through a long white hallway, with hat stands filled with beautiful clothes.

„I am Annas 1. Assistant after the 1. Assistant last year decided to go to Boltons. I was 2. Assistant last year."

„And I am going to be the 2. Assistant ?"

„Yeah, exactly."

„So I am replacing you."

„Yes."

„Why did they laugh ?" I asked Veronica.

„Pardon ?"

„In the room, why did they laugh when the blonde guy mention Bolton magazine ?"

„Ohh, private Joke. You don't have to get it."

„Alright..."

„It's just Bolton's our biggest business rival, you know ?"

„Yeah, I know..."

„And Bolton always has the better Girls on cover, always the better models...and you, with your dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes...you are a perfect match."

„I still don't get why they were laughing." I said and she held the door open for me.

„You're too beautiful to be here, my dear." She said and closed the door, before her cell rang.

„Oh holy crap !" she said in shock, still staring at her cell.

„What ? What is going on ?" I asked her confused.

„She's coming !" she said and rushed to a phone, „She's coming. I repeat: Anna Wintour is on her way !" she said and hung up.

She quickly got out a black pair of Gucci Shoes. She exchanged her feet from her UGG Slippers to her Gucci black High heels.

A blonde guy with brown eyes opened the glass doors.

„You already know ?" he asked Veronica.

„Yeah, she'll be here in 5 minutes." She said as she organized her desk.

„Who is this ?" he mouthed her and pointed at me, trying to hide his face with a folder.

„This ?! I don't even wanna talk about it." She said and he left.

„Good luck, with Mrs. Devil." He said before the glass doors swung closed.

„What's going on ?" I asked her confused and looked around. The messy desk was clean within 20 seconds and the floor was clean within 2 minutes. Everything looked so...clean and organized.

Another 10 seconds later the doors swung open again and a blonde woman with dark brown eyes stepped in.

„Who are you ?" she asked as she threw her coat and purse on the empty desk.

„I'm-„

„Whatever." She said and stepped into her office. That was Anna Wintour ?

„She wants to talk to you." Veronica said as she got her coat and purse from the desk and took them into a closet.

„What ? She didn't mention anything !"

„She did." She said and sat behind the other glass desk.

„She did not !"

„Veronica ?" she asked in an annoyed voice.

„She means you." She said and pointed to the office.

„But my name is not Veronica."

„And where the hell is she suppose to know that ?!"

„Veronica !" the voice yelled.

„Go !" she said and pointed again.

„Alright, alright I'm going..." I said and stepped into the office.

„Who are you ?"

„Didn't you want me to be here ?"

„Yeah, yeah..." she said while she wrote something down, before she looked up,"Who are you ?"

„Gabriella Mont-„

„I need a hot coffee."

„What ? But I don't work-„

„And also my appointment with my husband has to be canceled."

„Listen, I don't work he-„

„That's all." She said and looked down.

I just stood there in shock. What was I suppose to do ?

She looked up again, „You. Go." She ordered and I turned around, before I slowly stepped out.

„Congratulations, you've been hired." Veronica said and I smiled.

„Really ?" I asked her with a smile on my face.

„Yes. Now what did she want from you ?"

„Oh, right...Er... a hot coffee....and I have to cancel an appointment with her husband."

„You go, get a coffee. I'll deal with the husband."

„Okay thanks." I said and opened the doors, „Oh wait. From where ?"

„Starbucks and hot. Not 80 °C hot, I mean 100 °C hot."

„Got it." I said and closed the doors. I walked through the white hallway and entered the huge white working room again.

„So beauty, are you hired ?" the red guy asked.

„I'm going to get coffee for her."

„She's hired ! Wowww !" Everybody screamed, whisteled and clapped at the same time.

„The Beauty is here !"

„And not at Boltons !"

„We've actually got her !"

Smiling I got into my Elevator. I was actually hired. I was working at Vogue ! And I was Annas 2. Assistant !

The blonde guy from before was standing in it.

„So you're her 2. Assistant, huh ?"

„Yeah..."

„I am Ryan Evans, by the way." He said smiling and offered me his hand.

„Gabriella Montez, nice to meet you Ryan." I said and returned his smile.

„So where are you from ?"

„I actually am a real New Yorker."

„Really ?"

„Yeah, I graduated from Constance Billiard and then studied in Yale."

„Oh, what ?"

„English, Music and about 3 years of psychology."

„Wow, interessting."

„What about you ?"

„Seattle. Brown University, Fashion."

„You're not gay, are you ?"

„Sorry, to say but I am..."

„Ohh, how bad. And I thought I found a nice guy in New York. But I guess some things never change do they ? The nice guys are always gay..." I said and the elevator doors opened.

„I'll see you around." He said smiling.

„Yeah, you will." I said and walked out of the building.

Anna Wintour is going to get her steamy hot coffee and everything else she wants ! Because I am here ! I am at Vogue ! I am her 2. Assistant ! Gabriella Montez is back ! She officially is back !

I walked out of the office and held up my hand, to get a cab as quickly as possible. 2 Seconds later one of the famous yellow New Yorker cabs was standing infront of me. I opened the door and got it.

„Nearest Starbucks please." I said and the driver drove off.

While driving I looked around...Gosh, I didn't realize how much I missed New York until I'm actually back...

2 minutes later we were at a Starbucks. I paied the Taxi and got out.

„Thanks." I said before I shut the door behind me.

I walked into the brown/green Starbucks and stood behind the queue. Business people were infront of me, business, model and normal people were waiting, just like me, for their coffees.

After about 5 horrible long minutes of waiting I finally got to order.

„Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you ?"

„I'd like to have 2 steamy hot coffees. Extremely hot, do you understand ?" I asked her kinda rude.

„Of course, no problem. 2 hot steamy coffees to go !" she yelled, „That would be 8 $." She said and I paied.

Again, I had to wait for the 2 hot steamy coffees. They were done and I was about to grab them, when suddenly my cell rang.

„Hello ?"

„Where are the coffees ?" Veronica said.

„They are on their ways. I am in Starbucks right now, they should be at the office in 5 minutes."

„Hurry up !" she yelled and hung up.

I grabed my purse, put my cell in it and grabed the 2 coffees at once; before I turned around and was about to head to the door when I suddenly collided with a man. I felt the hot steamy coffee on my blouse. And believe me, it really was hot ! Not 80 °C but 100 °C !

„Gosh, I am soo sorry !" I said to the man, who had coffee on his chemise, just like me.

„No, it was totally my fault."

„No, I should've watched to where I was going. I'm sorry." I said and turned to the desk again, „Could I have 2 more ?" I asked the cashier and she nodded before she yelled :" 2 coffees to go !"

„Er, listen, you can send me the bill of your cleaners." He said and I looked at his face. Gosh, he was cute ! Sandy brown hair and ocean blue eyes along with a million dollar smile.

„No need for that. I'll be fine and I promise I won't run into you ever again."

„I actually was hoping you will..." he said and I blushed.

Before I could say anything I heared someone yelling that my coffees are ready.

„I..I've gotta go." I said and grabed the 2 hot steamy coffees.

„Will I see you again ?"

„If you keep sticking here around, I'm sure you will." I said and the door closed behind me.

Somehow I streched out my right hand and a cab came, which drove me to the Vogue again.

I ran into the elevator and to my desk, carefully to not slip more coffee on me or on the floor.

„Gabriella ! Where have you been ?!" Veronica yelled at me.

„Sorry, but I slipped coffee all over my outfit and had to get new ones and-„

„WHERE ARE MY COFFEES ?" Anna yelled, „VERONICA GET ME MY COFFEES !"

„She means you."

„But my name is not Veronica."

„VERONICA !"

„Go !" she said to me and I walked into the office.

„Ohh, I see you're alive. And you've brought my coffees after an eternity of waiting."

„Yes." I said and placed them on the desk. I turned around and was about to leave.

„Oh and Veronica ?"

„Yes ?" I said automaticly and turned around. Gosh, I am insane, right ? I am listening to a Name, which isn't even mine !

„I'm planning to fly to Miami tonight, so I need a flight." She said as neutral as she always did.

„Okay...One more thing."

„What ?" she asked me surprised.

„My Name is Gabriella, not Veronica."

„I try to remember that, Veronica." She said and I just left. This woman will probably call me my whole career Veronica, so why would I want to change it ? Right, because my name is GABRIELLA !

„Is she ever gonna call me Gabriella ? Or something like that ?"

„Maybe, but only if you do a fantastic job, which happens 1 in a million. So no, probably not." She said as she typed in something in the Mac.

„Thought so..." I said and the phone rang.

„Could you pick up ? I need to finish the order for Marc Jacobs." She said to me and I nodded.

„Anna Wintours office, how may I help you ?"

Hi, this is Olivia from Dolce and Gabbana. And we wanted to know, what picture Anna wants to be in the magazine. So is there a possibility that I could talk to her ?"

„I'm sorry, but she's not avaible right now. Should I leave a message ?"

Yeah, just tell her about the picture thing. We need it today. Oh and are you new by the way ?"

„Yeah, I am."

Congrats, a million girls would kill for that job."

„Thanks..."

Gotta go. Bye." She said and hung up.

„What was it ?" Veronica asked me.

„D&G something about the picture and which one will be shown in the magazine..."

„Ahhh, alright. I'll talk to Anna about it later. You can get 25 skirts from Marc Jacobs, the car is waiting for you." She said and I got up.

„Alright, I'll see you later then." I said and she waved to me, looking totally annoyed.

Was I annyoing ? Or was she just rude ?

I walked out of the building and got into the silver mercedes, which drove me to Marc Jacobs.

I got out and walked into a...warehouse ?

I was suprised to find out, that this really was a store ! It actually was a store for all the Celebs ! Because when I walked in, I saw Sarah Jessica Parker, Lindsay Lohan, Heidi Klum, Beyonce...everyone worth knowing was here, shopping !

Surprised, I walked to the information desk.

„Excuse me, I'm Gabriella Montez, I'm from Vogue..."

„Ahhh Vogue, follow me." A brunette said to me, „We'll have the skirts right here..." she said and I followed her into a white room.

There were thousands of skirts in blue, green, yellow, red, purple...every color you could think of !

„Yours are right here..." she said and handled me about 10 bags filled with skirts.

„Okay, thank you very much." I said and turned around.

„Oh and by the way, congrats for your new Job. A thousand girls would kill for that job." She said and smiled.

„Uhm, thanks." I said and smiled, before I walked to the silver mercedes again.

This time about 5 minutes past before I was in the famous Vogue Building. I ran to my desk, since it was the 5th time my cell was ringing.

„Do you have the skirts ?!" Veronica asked me.

„Yeah, I do."

„Good, because I have to go pee !"

„You haven't been since I left ?!"
„No, who else should take the phone calls ? Anna herself ?!" she asked me annoyed and ran to the nearest bathroom.

The next second the phone rang and I quickly picked it up.

„Anna Wintours office, how may I help you ?

-Aha

-Okay

-No, but you can leave a message.

-Alright, she'll call you back." I said and hung up. Another question about the magazine.

Then I booked the flight for Anna and printed it out. After that, I walked into the empty office of Anna Wintour and placed the ticket on the desk.

9 hours later I finally left as the last the huge grey building. It was already dark outside, when I crossed the street to the Central Park. Even through the stars were shining and no one was around, expect for the yellow cabs, I still wanted to walk through the Central Park. I started to whistle ‚One Step at a Time' from Jordin Sparks as I walked next to the lake.

My feet started to walk to the melodie I whistled and I started to dance my way on the bridge. While dancing, I started to sing along with the melodie playing in my head.

You wanna show the world

but no one knows your name yet,

Your wonderin' when and where and how

you're gonna make it

You know you can if you get the chance

In your face theres a door keeps slamming

Now you're feeling more

and more frustrated

And you're getting all kind

of impatient waiting

We live and we learn to take

I passed the empty benchs and continued dancing.

One step at a time

There's no need to rush

It's like learning to fly

Or falling in love

It's gonna happen and it's

Supposed to happen that we

Find the reasons why

One step at a time

You believe and you doubt

You're confused, you got

it all figured out

Everything that you wished for

Could be, should be, would be yours

If they only knew

I stoped walking when I recognized another voice. I looked around, no one was here. But who the hell has sung that then ? I shook my head and continued walking, with still the song playing in my head.

When you can't wait any longer

But there's no end in sight

I stoped again, who was that ? I turned around and saw someone, I never thought I'll see again.

„Have you been following me the whole way ?" I asked the guy.

„So you think you're that special ?"

„Excuse me ?!"

„Otherwise, you wouldn't ask now would you ?"

„You're crazy..." I said and turned around to continue walking.

„What if I did ? What if I didn't ?"

„Either way, You. Are. Some. Stranger. I. Don't. Know."

„Then maybe you should get to know me better ?"

„If I really would be interested in that, why would I still walk, huh ?"
„Maybe, you're different then all...the others."

„Define others."

„Women."

„That's how you define ‚others' ?"

„Alright, other women I've met."

„Mhm...sounds...okay, I guess." I said and he laughed.

„Why are you here all on your own, anyways ?" he asked me.

„Why are you ?"

„I asked first."
„My apartment is across the park. You ?"

„Long day. Just taking a break." He said and I looked at my watch : it was 11 pm.

„It's 11 pm ! How long do you usally work ? Until 6 am ?!"

„No, more like 3..."

„You're kidding right ?"

„Would I still be weird if I am ?"

„Yeah."
„Then I don't."

„You've got issues."

„With what ? Finding the right woman ?"
„I was actually talking about you being a workaholic...But the woman thing..." I said and eyebolled him, „could work also."

„Oh come on, I am not that bad looking, am I ?"
„Exactly that is your problem." I said as we reached my building.

„Huh ?" he asked me confused.

„Have a nice evening, Coffee Boy." I said as I opened the building door.

„I will see you again." He said and smiled.

„I don't know if you're still going to have time for meeting me...since you're really a workaholic..." I said and closed the door. I walked to my mail box and pulled out the mail. Bill, Advertising, another bill, some banking stuff and another Bill. I opened the door of my apartment and threw the mail on the desk, before I threw my purse on the dark brown couch. I loved my apartment. It was big and has 2 levels. On the main floor, were the living room, my kitchen, bathroom and dinning room. On the second floor there were a guestroom, with a restroom and my bed room, with another bathroom. Also there were 2 closets, one for the guestroom and another for my bathroom.

I got out of my shoes and clothes as I walked to the bathroom, to take a shower. My Bathroom was all grey and white. It wasn't so big, but it was big enough for me.

After the shower I walked into my closet. It was a little room, with shelves in it, where my clothes were on. I wanted to look like a boutique, so I went into a thousands boutiques before I started to paint the walls and put on all the shelves. I finally found a pyjama and got into it. On my way into my bedroom, I put my hair into a messy bun.

I finally reached my bedroom and got into it.

Today was a hell of a day...and I don't think that this will change in the upcoming months !