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red like the colour of love

So Andy was not  used to seeing Miranda in filmy, floor-length champagne silk, with a full skirt that flowed down from the empire bodice. The color, which by all rights should have washed her out, instead matched her skin tone so perfectly that she almost appeared to be naked beneath a thin film of gold lace. The dress was also extremely low-cut. It was not the dress of a pregnant fifty-year-old newly single mother. It was, it was…

She heard herself saying stupidly, like she had when she saw Miranda at the benefit, "Wow." Only it sounded a lot more breathless and Miranda could actually hear her this time.

Miranda glanced at her, raising her eyebrows even as she gave Andy the once-over herself. "I mean, uh," Andy added.

A place to rest ❤️

devil wears prada dump bc im so excited for friday. oh my god

Focus, Andrea.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada (2006) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Miranda Priestly/Andrea Sachs Characters: Miranda Priestly, Andrea Sachs Additional Tags: Soft Miranda Priestly Summary:

As Andrea walks away in Paris, Miranda’s world seems to crumble in itself.