Andy could feel her heart begin to beat faster, and it got more and more difficult to fill her lungs. It started ringing again almost immediately. Andy took a deep breath, hit 'ignore,' and tossed the phone back into her bag. She knew before she pulled her phone from her bag what she would find, but she was still shocked to see those two words on her caller ID screen: miranda priestly. She simply hadn't heard it in so long and yet. She would recognize it anywhere for as long as she lived, although Andy was surprised they were still making phones with it. Where was it coming from? Andy glanced around, but her fellow pedestrians didn't seem to notice the sound, which was growing louder every second. She was consoling herself with the promise of a hot coffee and maybe, just maybe, a chocolate chip cookie, when suddenly, somewhere, she heard that ring. it wasn't too far now, and at least she'd have a moment or two to warm up before begin¬ning the race back to the office. Considering the size of her heels, she made decent progress for the next two or three blocks. She restrained herself from offering him the finger – everyone was armed these days – and instead gritted her teeth and hurled mental curses his way. Already the fifteen inches that had blanketed New York were begin¬ning to melt into a slushy gray mess, and Andy wished for the thousandth time that she lived anywhere but here.Īs if to punctuate her thought, a taxi barreled through a yellow light and blared its horn at Andy, who had committed the grievous crime of trying to cross the street. Even her skinny leggings left her legs feeling naked, the wind making the leather feel as protective as a pair of silk stockings. Her two-hundred-dollar Burberry umbrella had refused to open and finally snapped when she tried to force it the cropped rabbit jacket with the oversize collar and no hood cinched fabulously around her waist but did nothing to stop the bone-chilling cold and the brand-new stacked suede Prada pumps cheered her with their poppy fuchsia color but left the better part of her foot exposed. The rain fell in sideways sheets, cold and relentless, the winds whipping it in every direction, making an umbrella, slicker, and rain boots nearly useless. And if you're excited, you're going to love this: We've got an EXCLUSIVE extract from chapter one of the new book (out today!). Girls, prepare to be addicted to Revenge Wears Prada: The Devil Returns.
It's been a long time coming, but Lauren Weisberger has finally written a follow-up to the mind-blowingly successful Devil Wears Prada.
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