Miranda was in the back of the closet, flicking through what seemed to be the millionth rack of clothing that night, growing frustrated, tired, and angry with herself. She was looking for an evening gown...what happened when you tangled with Miranda Priestly. She felt like herself again for the first time in weeks. It was good to be the "queen of fashion," and yes, heads Would role! End of Chapter

As soon as Cassidy opened her eyes, she knew it was snowing. She couldn’t have told you how she knew, she just did. It was the same way she knew that Caroline would already be out on the balcony, lying...was simply an instrument of destruction, it reasoned. One did not take by force that which was so willingly offered. No. One did not ruin them. They ruined themselves. And they would never stop

ubiquitousmixie  and I have just posted another collaborative Devil Wears Prada story on her LJ - please comment if you read it! It is a truth universally acknowledged...