A City's Sorrow

Miranda possessed every quality of a devil boss.

She never gained weight. While other models carefully counted calories to maintain their figures, she could have Starbucks and doughnuts for breakfast, and even after having children, she could still wear a size zero.

When a hurricane came and she was stranded in Miami, she called her female assistant and told the poor girl to find a way to book her a flight out.

Perhaps it came from her inability to understand the term natural disaster, or perhaps she truly believed she had become God. In any case, she "ruled" that fashion magazine.

She was beautiful and fashionable, but Miranda did not dress to attend balls and attract men's attention. The style she hated most was the girlish look.

At a magazine planning meeting, when an editor suggested shooting a floral-themed spread, Miranda sneered, "Flowers? As a theme for spring? It couldn't possibly be more original."

Taste was the image she presented to the world. Miranda represented elegance and nobility. She did not need to cater to anyone; others had to dress according to her guidance.

Many people had resigned because they could not stand her, including her husbands. She had been divorced three times. One of her former husbands described her as a sharpened pencil: sharp, yet fragile. But with its point, she could draw the lines of ready-to-wear clothing and write cutting articles, making a designer famous while also ruining their reputation.

Her words were like an "evil Bible." Even though Nicolas deeply resented that she-devil, he still agreed with her view—fashion designers were not fairy godmothers. They lived within an industry worth hundreds of millions, not a place for people harboring naïve dreams.

She had white hair like silver threads, rather than the blonde hair men generally preferred.

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