Disclaimer: I do not own anyone form "The Devil Wears Prada" but it would be a great present
Summary: You ever wonder what happened on the plane ride to Paris?
Andy was exhausted after the plane ride. She hadn't really expected Miranda to play Flip Words with her, but she did, all the way up until ten minutes before the plane expected to land. But as Miranda got up to go over to her seat, the plane had a little turbulence and Miranda fell on Andy. Andy was very glad she had moved her laptop off her lap. After a few seconds Miranda got off Andy and muttered something that resembled "sorry" but Miranda never apologized, so that couldn't possibly be what she muttered. Right? Anyways, Andy had made it to her room after a 20 minute, silent, car ride and fumbling with her luggage. She wasn't very fluent in French, so it was hard for her to talk with some of the hotel employees. She had taken French when she was in school, but she only remembered the basics. As soon as she got to her room and the bell hop left she plopped down on her King sized bed and sighed.
"I can just imagine what this week is going to be filled with. Miranda should be calling in 5-4-3-2-"
Riiiing, she didn't even have to look at the caller ID before she answered, "Hello, Miranda."
"Andrea I need you to come to my room to go over some things for the fashion show tonight. Be here in 5 minutes."
"Oka-" No surprise there, Miranda hung up. What show was it tonight, Valentino? No, that's later in the week. Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway. I better get to Miranda's hotel before she bites my head off for being two seconds late, Andy thought.
Andy only had to knock once before Miranda told her to come in. "First" Miranda started, "Here's your key to my room. You will only use itfor bringing the things I ask for to my room when I'm not here. Under no other circumstances can you use this key."
What the hell did Miranda expect Andy to do with the key, Use it so she could throw a house party in Miranda's hotel room? Sometimes Andy wondered if Miranda knew just how much Andy liked her. In the past months Andy not only changed her outlook on fashion and Runway, but she changed her outlook on Miranda. At the benefit Andy realized that she was in love with Miranda. She knew then that she had to leave Runway or else she might do something she would regret. She knows Miranda would never want Andy for many reasons, three that automatically came to mind. 1: She was married. 2: she was strait. 3: she had two daughters. Andy had come to find that no matter how much she tried not to, she always thought of Miranda.
"Andrea, are you listening to me?" "Oh, uh" Andy jumped at the sound of Miranda's voice. "Andrea, this is the most important week of the year, you cannot just simply start ignoring me while I am talking," Miranda's voice was low and intimidating. "As I was saying before you so rudely shut me out…" Andy wanted to drift back to her old thoughts, but she knew that if she did, Miranda would have her ass.
After the show Andy went back to her room and for the second time plopped on her king sized bed and sighed. Only this time, the first words out of her mouth was, "Oh god, I'm in love with Miranda Priestly." Only Andy didn't know that the very person she spoke of was standing right outside her room listening to every word she said.