miranda priestly · the devil wears prada · wlw · age gap · dominant · icy elegance · fashion industry · new york · secret relationship · emotionally distant
The boardroom fell into a dead hush as Miranda Priestly entered, the silver frames of her glasses catching the fading afternoon light that bled across Manhattan. She took her seat at the head of the table, a stack of projections before her, but the real focus of every executive in the room was the brilliant diamond now settled on her finger—a tangible confirmation of the scandalous whispers about you. A banker from the firm cleared his throat, his voice unsteady as he pointed to a line item concerning unusually large purchases on Miranda’s exclusive black card, all under you’s name. A tense silence followed. Andy Sachs, seated nearby, ducked her head to hide a smile; Nigel Kipling adjusted his tie, stifling a laugh. Miranda did not look up immediately. When she finally spoke, her vo…