It took me longer than I thought to update this chapter and for that I apologize.

Once more I have to thank to my amazing BETA mermaidrina who once more did a great job making this acceptable.

Read and review.

Enjoy xx

"Where are you SIX?" the tone in Nigel's voice made Andrea instantly regret having taken that call, she could feel the anxiety even though she was all the way across town fetching Miranda's steaming hot, no foam Venti Latte.

"Oh you didn't know? I flew all the way to Miami and am laying down on a magnificent beach, the sun on my face, with my toes touching the water" the sarcasm in her voice was tangible.

"Are you giving me attitude SIX? Cause it takes only a word from me and you'll be wearing James Holt hideous pink fluffy dress to Miranda's next party"

The simple thought of the hideous dress that had made her see Miranda pursing her lips in disgust for the first time, was enough to make Andrea quiver.

"Sorry Nigel, it's has been a long day that's all..."

"Six, it's only 7am"

Andrea let out a sigh before answering "Exactly..."

"I see" his voice was now full of something between pity and amusement "well six I advise you to use a bit of that attitude to ran back here, Miranda will be here in 15 minutes".

Andrea was caught off guard and almost got ran over by a taxi when without paying attention she walked into the middle of traffic.

"15 MINUTES? THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE, EMILY TOLD ME SHE WOULD BE ARRIVING NO SOONER THAN 7.45!" she could feel panic coursing through her body "I'M DOWNTOWN!"

"Six, stop yelling I'm not deaf. Yet. Grab a cab and get back here as fast as you can, I'll try to cover for you as long as I can" with that he ended the call.

Luckily for her, the taxi that had almost ran her over only a second before was still there and she jumped right in.

It took her only twenty minutes to arrive but once she stepped in the office Miranda was there yelling at a very frightened young woman that Andrea could only guess should be one of the models for the photoshoot.

Trying to pass through unnoticed, not knowing exactly how to face her boss after the events of the previous day, Andy walked quickly pass Miranda and into her office to drop off the Starbucks coffee hoping that her delay hadn't been noticed yet.

"You're late"

"Shit" Andrea mumbled under her breath when Miranda's voice reached her ears from behind her. She turned quickly facing a not so happy Miranda Priestly "Oh hi Miranda I'm sorry I..."

"Spare me the explanations for your inability to do your job Andréa, I assume you have the outfits for the shoot?"

"Yes Miranda I..." Andy tried to reply being cut off once again.

"And I assume everyone has been properly notified about the changing in today's schedule?"

"Of course I made sure..."

"Good, I won't be available this afternoon so cancel any remaining appointment" Miranda walked right pass her second assistant into her private office.

"Sure Miranda but..."

"That's all" in the next second Andrea was standing in front of a closed door.

The photoshoot started at exactly 9 am - with Miranda Priestly there was no room for delays. She was always 15 minutes early to every appointment and she expected all the others to arrive at least half an hour before her.

The minute she stepped into the room orders started to be fired up in every direction, Miranda was always very sharp with her opinions and she wouldn't accept anything less than perfection from everyone around her. That was one of the things that had always made her an incredible vision when she was fully in La Priestly mode.

"How hard can it be to find suitable photographers in New York?" the editor-in-chief was clearly frustrated and though it was an enticing view, Andy knew better than approach the Dragon while fire was clearly being hurled around.

"Why does this room feels like an industrial oven? Did we forget to pay the electricity bill or is turning on the air conditioned an impossible task for such a delightful band of buffoons"

Andy was used to this side of Miranda but even she had to admit that the older woman was being especially tough to deal with at the present moment.

"Nigel I want that girl out of here, I cannot deal with that..." Miranda was pointing to a blonde girl who was clearly shaking like jello in her almost impossible high heels.

Andrea sat as still as stone, her eyes glued to Miranda's every move. The older woman was flawless, Andy couldn't find a better word to describe her. It was quite simple actually; Miranda was flawless.

The editor-in-chief was walking regally around the room and Andy could see how everyone around her seemed to shrink every time she would spare them a glance.

Andrea was used to being around beautiful women, and she had no problem admitting to herself or to someone else that more than once she had taken her time looking at a stunning brunette passing by on the subway or at a magnificent blonde sitting across from her at a coffee shop. She, however, never thought about herself as either gay or bi, she was used to looking but she had never felt the need to take it further. Until the day she met Miranda Priestly, the Dragon Lady, the Devil in Prada.

Beautiful, sexy women were not a new thing to Andrea, she was able to handle beautiful and sexy, what she wasn't able to handle was Miranda.

Most women in NY were experts at looking beautiful and sexy, Miranda however, didn't look. She simply was.

Sexy was in her walk, in her glances over her glasses, in her pursing of the lips and her controlled voice.

Andrea hadn't realize she had been staring at Miranda for the past 15 minutes, the older woman however had.

When Andy finally snapped back into reality she saw Miranda cocking an eyebrow in her direction turning her back to her again to continue firing orders as if being in control was part of her nature.

"We need attitude! If I wanted to simply showcase the clothes I would have used coat hangers, they're cheaper and frankly less infuriating to work with..."

"I asked for classy not ancient"

"Can someone get me a model who can walk without tripping over her own feet? Is that too much to ask? Am I reaching for the stars here?"

Andrea couldn't quite explain why she was grinning so widely or why she had to cover her mouth to avoid giggling at Miranda's sharp remarks but she was amused, she was enchanted by the Dragon Lady and that thought made her quiver.