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Chapter X

Nigel stood behind Andrea, taking care of her hair when he suddenly asked: "Six?"

"Yeah?" Andy was distracted by the sight, in front of her, where Miranda, Marc Jacobs and Vera Wang stood talking and laughing. Andrea could look right at Miranda's back and ass in the tight black Jacobs' skirt. Shit, shit, shit! Don't get distracted now, was all she could think. Meanwhile the staff was already busy, removing and carrying off pieces of the Runway set.

Nigel stroked softly over one of Andy's bare shoulders to get her attention. "I'd like to apologize for my terrible behavior earlier this morning. I'm sorry, Six…it's just…I was so damn nervous and…"

Andy interrupted him by reaching for his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it. "I'm very sorry, too, Nigel. I don't want us to fight. It makes me sick, you know! Is everything okay with you and…you know who?"

Nigel chuckled friendly: "Yap, but thanks for asking. He's totally stressed out so close to Fashion Week…like we all are. How are you feeling? Are you nervous?"

Andy chuckled: "Oh yes, definitely, you've no idea."

Nigel patted her arm. "Don't be. Vera is a beautiful woman, you're gonna love her and when it comes to Marc, well, he's a professional. They won't let you down. Don't worry!"

Andy took a deep breath. "Thank you, Nigel!"

"You're welcome, sweetheart, and here we go. You're ready for your first exhibition fight, baby!"

…

"May I introduce my personal assistant Andrea Sachs to you? She will conduct the interview today. Andrea is currently working for The New York Mirror. She studied at Northwestern University and she was the editor in chief of…well….the Daily Northwestern. I would say she has become quite familiar with the fashion industry, while working as my second assistant last year."

Andrea had a hard time, suppressing a snort of laugher about Miranda's completely overstated introduction of Andrea's Curriculum Vitae; instead she reached for Jacobs' and Wang's hands and shook them friendly.

Andrea had a hard time, suppressing a snort of laugher about Miranda's completely overstated introduction of Andrea's Curriculum Vitae; instead she reached for Jacobs' and Wang's hands and shook them while giving both a friendly look.

"It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Wang, Mr. Jacobs; I am looking forward to work with you." Andrea smiled brightly like she always did.

Both of them gave a friendly nod. And Marc commented with a twinkle in his eyes: "Like the dress."

"Yeah…me, too…the designer is one of my favorites!" Andy chuckled. Everybody knew she was wearing Jacobs. Miranda herself had ordered her to do so.

Vera Wang was wearing a wedding dress from her own collection while Jacob's looked like her bridegroom, flown in directly from the 19th century via time machine. The concept of the photoshoot was quite clear to Andrea. Wang was famous for her wedding dresses; almost every celebrity who had gotten married over the last ten years had worn one piece of Wang's various collections. To dress up now as a bridal couple was a reference to their next season's collaboration. It was a brilliant stroke to bring this new development to the buying public that way. No doubt, it had been Miranda's idea.

The interview went quite well. Miranda had indeed given her all the information she needed to go smoothly through her long catalogue of questions. Andy was intrigued by how responsive both designers were to answer all her questions. Wang was an American woman with Chinese roots. Her parents had come from Shanghai during the Second World War; they had lived in New York City from the very beginning on and never went back to Asia. She was in her early sixties now and still looked like she was in her late forties. Wang was a polite and very formal person, but nevertheless laughed a lot during the interview. She and Jacob's seemed to have an excellent working relationship and on top of that a lot of fun with one another.

They explained to her how they imagined their co-operation. Both designers were eager to expand to Asia, especially to Japan, China and India, therefore the program of the new wedding dresses was a trans-cultural mix …the fashion of the garments was oriented on European models, while the colors and patterns would be oriental and exotic. Time was flying by. Before Andy realized, they had come to her last question and she was almost disappointed about how fast they'd reached the end.

Miranda was nowhere to be seen during the interview. Andy had felt relieved, because she hadn't been quite sure if she would have had enough strength to concentrate on her task in Miranda's presence. She returned one hour later, with Emily in tow, while Wang, Jacobs and Andy were waiting for Nigel, who was organizing the last technical details of the photo call.

She nodded towards Wang and Jacobs and beckoned Andy over. Wang and Jacobs were busy drinking champagne and talking to Nigel when Miranda whispered to her:

"How did it go?"

Andy smiled at her. "It was awesome…so intriguing and exciting."

Miranda's facial expressions relaxed and a slight smile played around her lipstick-red lips. "If you say so!"

Jacobs came towards them and said: "Miranda, I must say, you've found a fine personal assistant with Andy, and we've had such a good time together, eh?"

Andy chuckled again: "Yes, I guess so."

He patted Andy's arm. "Oh c'mon, darling, we had so much fun. Let's have the photo call then." And to Miranda, in a teasing tone that she would have never permitted anyone else: "La Priestly, what did you have in mind…what are we four beautiful human beings going to do now?"

Miranda's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Have in mind? I thought, we'd just take some pictures together and then leave for an early dinner."

Jacobs, who was already on his way back to Vera, stopped in his tracks and turned around again. "Oh no, no, let us have some more fun. Why else would we be wearing festive garments?"

Then he called his co-designer. "Vera, Vera darling, let's go find your suitcases. Do you have one more wedding dress and maybe a fitting men's suit for women? You know, the ones, that are so hot at the moment?" He seemed to have endless energy. Andy found him an attractive man.

Vera nodded. She had come right from the airport and had just returned from her shopping tour in Paris.

Jacobs had a bright smile on his good-looking face when he addressed Miranda and Andy again. "So, tell me ladies, which one of you is going to be the groom and who wants to be the bride?"

Andy eyes went wide. She swallowed hard and replied: "Um…what?" What was happening here?

Miranda shook her head. "I don't know, Marc, this is ridiculous."

"Oh c'mon, we've done what you wanted the entire day; now it's time for you to return the favor." Marc obviously thought about it as a little distraction or game to amuse him.

Miranda exhaled and sighed. "Very well then, what do you say, Marc? Who's going to be the bride?"

Marc took both women in the crosshairs and stated after a moment: "Well, she's a six and you're a four, Miranda, I'd say you're going to wear the men's suit and she'll have the dress, because you know, she has more bosom, and you'd look breathtaking in a suit." He chuckled and added: "Oh, yes, it will be gorgeous!" Jacobs made a little jump in the air as if he was a little boy who'd just won a tour to Disneyland.

Miranda looked at him indignantly, but didn't say a word.

Vera had already returned with a bunch of clothes. Andy looked at the dress in astonishment. It was beautiful. Vera smiled at Andy's amazed gaze.

"It's gorgeous, isn't it? It's one of this season's collection, its name is 'Hayley'. I'd personally prefer this for my own wedding. As you can see it is strapless, a very soft ball-gown with a draped corset bodice and an asymmetrically swept floating organza petal skirt with pleated tulle."

Andy didn't understand one word. The dress had a name? But sure, it was awesome.

"Well, yeah, I'd love to try it on." She glanced over at Miranda, who was already holding a men's suit in her hands. The woman looked extremely unhappy and annoyed while Jacobs talked insistently to her. Andy chuckled slightly, the sight was just priceless.

"Come with me, Andrea." Vera said.

Andy followed her upstairs, still staring at Miranda, when suddenly Miranda returned her gaze with piercing blue eyes. Andy blushed instantly and looked away.

…

After an amount of time that felt like hours, Andy seemed to be ready for something of which she wasn't quite sure what it actually was. She was wearing a wedding dress, for Christ's sake. When she walked down the stairs, everyone was staring at her. Miranda's mouth stood open and Jacobs started to laugh.

"Oh Vera, you're a genius. She looks like a freaking fairytale princess. I love your dress, darling!"

Andy took a look into the mirror and froze. Oh wow, she really looked beautiful in it. Jacobs hadn't exaggerated a bit. The dress fit her perfectly. The dress accentuated her shoulders, her waist and her breasts in a very becoming way…wow she'd love to wear more wedding dresses if it wouldn't be completely nuts.

Miranda cleared her throat, obviously trying hard to look unimpressed. "Well, yes, Vera your dress is quite …enchanting."

When Miranda began to speak, Andy looked for the very first time at her unfamiliar appearance. Miranda Priestly was wearing a tight black men's suit with a satin red tie and varnish red pumps. And underneath the jacket…Andy gulped…oh god, a satin red bra…her head was spinning now. Was she going to faint, right now, in front of everyone? Andy closed her eyes.

Nigel had a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay, sweetheart? You look pale."

Vera looked worried now, too. "Oh…is it the corset? I think I may have been a bit overzealous with it."

Andy tried to reassure everyone that she was okay, even if she wasn't.

"No…oh no, I'm fine."

Marc, satisfied and smiling, clapped his hands. "Then let's start and get it over with. I'm already starving."

Bastard! Now he was hungry? Andy couldn't believe it. She went over to Miranda to stay right beside her, careful not to touch her. Vera went over to them, too, only Marc was still standing next to Nigel. He looked at them, rolling his eyes.

"That isn't working, guys! You're a bridal couple, Miranda! Andy, you have to touch each other, get closer. Andy, take Miranda's hand and kiss her on the cheek."

Andy stared at him with horror. What? She wasn't allowed to touch Miranda in public. She wouldn't…she couldn't. Miranda would kill her…later…but the next moment her world turned upside down, she felt Miranda's warm hand touching hers. Both stood there hand in hand and Andrea was on the edge of some crazy emotional overload.

"Go with the flow, girls, I want the kiss!" Marc said cheerfully.

How hard could it be? Yesterday Andy had gone down on Miranda, had tongue-kissed and touched everything in her reach and now she was having trouble, kissing her on the cheek? Oh gosh…

She desperately tried not to think of yesterday night, when she leaned closer to Miranda; her lips touched the woman's skin as soft as a feather. Just this innocent contact made her almost moan and she could already feel the sticky wetness between her thighs.

Nigel's camera produced lots of flashlight and Marc still wasn't satisfied yet, because he smiled at them and commented:

"Oh you both look so hot together. I wanna have a complete photoshoot with you, ladies. Miranda, would you take her in your arms, I'd love to have a photo of that, too."

Miranda rolled her eyes now. "Marc, you're like a child. Isn't this enough?"

He shook his head. "Nope, give me my Miranda-Andy moment, ladies, I want it so bad."

What the fuck? Andy looked at him; now Nigel chuckled, too, supporting Marc in his bizarre mission.

"Marc has a point, I must admit, you both look stunning together. We should take more pictures, just for the fun of it. It won't hurt, will it?"

Nigel had no fucking idea how much it already hurt. Andy pressed her thighs together, when Miranda closed the last tiny gap between them and embraced her as if she would kiss Andy right away. She could feel Miranda's breasts on her own and her arms around her shaking body. They looked one another in the eye and Andy could feel her heart racing and pounding like crazy. Miranda's hot breath ghosted over her burning lips and she just wanted to give in, wanted to reach for Miranda's neck to push her only a little more in her direction so that their lips would join.

"This is incredible; you two have so much chemistry. You should take more risks here. Wow, Nigel did you get this?"

"Oh shut it!" Miranda snapped in his direction, but when she turned back to Andy, their faces were suddenly closer and their lips touched accidently.

Andy should have just backed off, but wasn't able to. Instead she reached for Miranda's neck and pressed her lips harder onto Miranda's wet mouth, only for a moment.

Marc rejoiced at the sight in triumph, wrenched the camera from Nigel and suddenly Andy was blinded by flashlight that brought her back to reality. She retreated from Miranda as fast as possible and looked at Nigel, whose face reflected astonishment and disbelief. Emily looked at them wide-eyed and covered her mouth with one hand. Nobody else had seemed to notice that this hadn't been acting anymore.

Miranda backed away from her and smiled artificially at Marc. "Are you happy now? I think this is it. Enough! Please, Marc, Vera, join us for the archive pictures!"

Vera walked towards them and now stood next to Andy. Nigel, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, tried to be professional again and concentrated on the task while Marc took his position between Miranda and Andy, looking into the camera as if he hadn't done anything else his entire life.

…

Finally they were sitting in Elias-Clarke's white stretch-limousine on their way to the Hudson Hotel at 356 West 58th Street. Andy was glad about the change of clothes. In the end she had felt rather awkward in the wedding dress while Marc had convinced Miranda to keep on the men's suit, for it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his entire life, which was, without doubt, a complete lie, but anyways, Miranda had seemingly felt flattered and therefore hadn't changed back into her Jacobs' skirt and jacket.

Marc's excellent mood seemed to go on and on as he suddenly stated: "Oh how I love that place! Have you ever been there before, Andy?"

Andrea just shook her head, still paralyzed.

"You'll love it. The Hudson bar is like Ludwig XIV. meets Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey and the food – exquisite. You'll see."

Vera smiled. "Marc's absolutely right, the interior is quite intriguing."

Andy wasn't sure if she'd even be capable of eating anything. She felt sick to her stomach, sitting next to Miranda, who stared out of the window, obviously unimpressed by Marc's fascination for the hotel's bar.

"And it's convenient, I'm living in Hudson's penthouse while my townhouse is getting renovated…it's divine…the light, the interior…white furniture practically everywhere. I like white things, you know? Do you like white, too?" He looked at Miranda, who hadn't spoken one word during the entire ride.

Miranda smiled at him, business-like: "Oh yes, Marc, I love light and white, clear places, if the furniture's clear and white, that's even better." Andy thought about it, she hadn't seen a lot of Miranda's town house yet, but it wasn't exactly light and white, she remembered lots of brown- and red-shades…anyways…what was she thinking.

When the limousine finally stopped, Miranda was the first who stepped out of the car. She didn't even wait for Roy to open the door for her. Andy, Vera, Nigel and Marc got into one elevator while Miranda stayed outside, waiting for the next to ride the lift on her own. No one dared to speak.

The moment the elevator-doors shut, Marc started to laugh hysterically. "Oh my god, she really does that? I can't believe it. She doesn't share elevators?"

Andrea had to laugh, too. "Yeah, she is…well, ta-ta, that's Miranda Priestly."

"La Priestly, you know." Nigel added.

Vera only smiled.

"How is it possible to work with her? It would kill me…I mean, she's fucking brilliant and yeah, she's the hell good looking, but her manners are…wow…"

Andrea found herself once more in the position to defend her boss. "Well, she acts oddly sometimes, but apart from that…like you already said, she's brilliant and unique and I wouldn't miss a day of my time of working for her." Andy realized that she had sounded like a lovesick puppy and winced quietly.

Nigel jumped to her side. "Well, Andy has a point, she may behave strangely from time to time, but what would Runway be without Miranda Priestly, not to think of New York's fashion world." It was rather a statement than a question.

Marc agreed: "That's true, Nigel."

The doors of the elevator opened again and the four of them went out, waiting for Miranda in front of the Hudson bar. Andy wondered how the upcoming dinner would turn out, she was highly nervous and afraid…would Nigel asked her about the kiss? What could she possibly say? And what would Miranda say?

Tbc.

See you next weeks, dear readers and you already know...my inbox's always hungry and likes all kind of food! ;-)