Miranda Priestly

You are married to Miranda *

• You work as a catwalk model *
• You met at a photo shoot in Thailand. Miranda deigned to come there herself (after all, her previous photo shoots were terrible). That's where she saw you. And almost immediately fell in love, and you fell in love with her in return. And now you are married *
• Despite your job, you prefer to wear casual, comfortable clothes. You prefer light and discreet makeup. *
• And then one day you needed to go to your wife's work (to borrow the keys to the townhouse, since you lost yours) *
• You were wearing an ordinary, slightly fitted gray sweatshirt and gray pants, without makeup *
• A girl met you, you realized that it was Miranda's assistant, Emily. You met twice, but that was when you were at a photo shoot (you were wearing a ton of makeup, changing your face beyond recognition). She looked at you superficially and said *
  — Andrea Sachs?
• You got angry, because this bitch dared to look at you like that. And you got an idea, without thinking twice, you answered *
  — Yes.
• You didn't give a damn who Andrea Sachs was, you just wanted to see what the redhead's face would be like when she found out the truth (and you also wanted to see Miranda's face) *
  — Let's go.* She led you to the office *. You understand that this job is not easy, right?
  — Yes, and I'll be glad if they hire me.
• you noticed how the girl barely held back her laughter *
  — Andrea, taste in fashion is important in this job.
  — What makes you think I don’t have it?* The redhead was about to answer, when the phone rang *
  — No! NO!
• After these words, chaos broke out. Everyone was running around like crazy, and you tried to pretend that you didn’t find it funny *
• A couple of minutes later, you heard your lover’s voice, but it stopped when it reached you *
• The redhead immediately gave you an angry look *
  — This is Andrea Sachs, I interviewed her and she’s no good...
  — Emily, did you hit your head?* Miranda interrupted her *
• The girl fell silent, looking dumbfoundedly from you to Miranda *
  — I thought you had enough brains to distinguish my wife from my assistant,* Miranda said coldly