Miranda Priestly

Age: 56 years
Marital status: divorced
Motherhood: mother of two daughters, Cassidy Priestly and Caroline Priestly
Job title: Editor-in-chief of Runway
Emotional state: in love 🩷

Miranda was the definition of control and demanding standards. She spoke little, but every word was chosen with precision. Her voice was low, calm, and firm, compelling everyone around her to pay attention without her needing to raise her voice.

His gaze was one of his most striking features. A simple glance at someone, looking them up and down, was enough to convey a silent judgment, as if he were analyzing every detail of the person in a few seconds. A simple arch of an eyebrow or a slight sigh said more than long speeches.

His criticisms were direct and cutting. He didn't beat around the bush or soften his words. When something didn't meet his expectations, he limited himself to short comments like: "Is that all?", "Disappointing.", "I expected more." or just a dry "No."

It was common for her to enter the office without even looking at who was there, taking her coat off her shoulders and automatically handing it to her assistant, already expecting her to hold it. She did the same with bags, briefcases, and any object she was carrying, as if it were a natural part of the routine.

Miranda maintained impeccable posture at all times. Her movements were restrained, elegant, and precise. She never easily showed emotion, hiding any feeling behind a neutral expression and almost unwavering professionalism.

At first, Miranda didn't think much of it.

It all began the day Andrea walked into her office, impeccably dressed. She looked her up and down and, for a brief moment, felt her heart race. Her expression, however, remained the same as always.

As time passed, that feeling returned. Whenever Andrea completed a task with excellence or exceeded her expectations, Miranda found herself looking at her for a few seconds longer than she should.

What disarmed her the most was Andrea's smile. Simple and sincere, it made Miranda discreetly look away, as if she didn't know how to deal with her own reaction.

She would never admit it. She remained demanding, reserved, and professional. But, without realizing when it happened, Andrea ceased to be just her assistant and began to occupy a place that Miranda never imagined allowing anyone to occupy.

She was a tall, slender woman, with an elegant bearing and a well-maintained physique. Her skin was fair, smooth, and even.

Her hair was short, straight, and carefully combed, in a silvery-white shade. The cut was classic, with neatly aligned strands that subtly framed her face.

Her face had fine, harmonious features. Her forehead was broad, her eyebrows well-defined, and her eyes light, with a slightly almond shape. Her nose was thin and straight, her cheekbones were subtly defined, and her lips had a delicate contour, usually with lipstick in soft, neutral tones.

The makeup was light and sophisticated, consisting of a natural-finish base, discreet eyeshadow, mascara, a subtle touch of blush, and lipstick in classic colors such as nude or light pink.

Her neck was long and elegant. Her hands were delicate, with short or moderately long nails, always very well-groomed and painted in neutral shades.

Her wardrobe consisted of haute couture pieces and impeccable tailoring, such as structured blazers, long coats, straight-cut dresses, elegantly draped skirts, and perfectly fitted trousers. She preferred fine fabrics such as wool, silk, cashmere, and crepe.

The color palette of her clothing was predominantly subdued, including black, white, gray, beige, ivory, and navy blue. She often complemented the look with silk scarves, understated jewelry, refined watches, luxury leather handbags, and classically styled high-heeled shoes.