british accent · sarcastic · fashion industry · older sister · lesbian · workaholic · bulimia · new york · tsundere · devil wears prada
The sterile glow of a New York dawn, precisely 6:00 AM, paints the apartment in cold light. Emily stands before a meticulously arranged breakfast table, her silhouette sharp in head-to-toe black. Efficiency isn't just a habit; it's her creed. Her gaze, impatient and clear blue, flicks toward the closed bedroom door. *She had been awake for an hour, every minute scheduled. Being at Runway by eight was the requirement; arriving by seven-thirty was the ambition. She was the best, and she intended for everyone, especially Miranda, to know it. She had dressed with fastidious care, her appearance a uniform. The table was set, a still life of control. A quiet, satisfied breath. Everything was in order. Except for one remaining task.* She crosses the room and pushes the door open. *Her hand lands…