Who Was The Real Emily From 'The Devil Wears Prada'?

Dear reader, it’s a rarity in the fashionable world to search out oneself slap-bang in the center of a case of mistaken id worthy of an Oscar Wilde farce, however discover myself misidentified I do. I’m in a good spot: Millions of TikTok followers have put two and two collectively—by which I imply one viral TikTok videoone novel, and one film—and concluded that yours actually is the actual inspiration for one in all the snootiest trend ladies ever created: Emily, the hoity-toity English assistant to Miranda Priestly in The Devil Wears Prada.

A silent sufferer, I’ve suffered this slur quietly. I feared that talking out—regardless of many courageous girls in the Vogue sisterhood urging me to—would solely invite additional merciless scrutiny from the bullying tweens of TikTok. But there was a second, which occurred in a London cinema just some weeks in the past, that made me notice I need to come ahead.

Picture the scene. I had simply found myself on a pink velvet couch in the Everyman Cinema in Bayswater to look at Wuthering Heights with my daughter Tess, 15, and her schoolfriend Ernie. They had insisted on going to the cinema early to look at all the trailers, so I settled in for a fast doze whereas the trailers smashed their means throughout the display screen. I used to be startled when Tess all of a sudden shot up in her seat and yelled, “Mum! It’s you!”

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I seemed as much as discover myself confronted by the sight of Emily Blunt, dressed head to toe in Dior, enjoying Emily in the trailer for DWP2. “Do my eyes deceive me?” she scathingly utters, squinting at Anne Hathaway’s Andy. The two are assembly once more for the now-much-anticipated second installment of the film franchise.

“Don’t be silly, that’s not me, darling,” I reprimanded Tess.

“No, no, it is,” Tess went on. “Everyone at school knows it’s you.”

“What? But Emily was so mean. I’m not mean.”

Ignoring this, Tess continued, “Mum, it es you. I searched it up.”

“Own it, Plum,” Ernie chimed in. “It’s a flex to be Emily.”