| When Andrea first sets foot in the plush Manhattan offices of Runway she knows nothing. She's never heard of the world's most fashionable magazine, or its feared and fawned-over editor, Miranda Priestly.
Soon she knows way too much.
She knows it's a sacking offence to wear anything lower than a three-inch heel to work but there's always a fresh pair of Manolos for you in the accessories cupboard.
She knows that eight stone is fat. That you can charge anything - cars, manicures, clothes - to the Runway account, but you must never, ever, leave your desk, or let Miranda's coffee get cold. That at 3 a.m. on a Sunday, when your boyfriend's dumping you because you're always at work, and your best friend's just been arrested, if Miranda phones, you jump.
Most of all, Andrea knows that Miranda is a monster who makes Cruella de Vil look like a fluffy bunny. But also that this is her big break, and it's going to be worth it in the end.
Isn't it? |