The pretty girl...

"And the annual november best writer award goes to Miss. Hanna Sans, for her book 'The virus.' The book not only skillfully shows a fictional virus but also beautifully depicts a tragic love story during the vast pandemic. Please a give a huge round of applause for the talented and gorgeous writer." The famous business tycoon spoke over a mike and the entire hall was filled with thunderous claps.

Hanna smiled happily and stood up from her seat walking gracefully towards the stage. For a few seconds, she wondered if her mother must be watching the event live on television. She climbed up the stage looking like a beautiful fairy tale princess in a beautiful designer dress, while everybody cheered for her.

"Oh! She is so pretty." Someone in the audience whispered.

"Look at her beautiful dark long hair!" Spike another lady.

"Do you know, she is the daughter of Victoria Sans?" Spoke some other person from the audience.

"Her dress is so pretty. It looks designer."

"I loved her book to be honest. It was so unique. The girl is really talented."

The entire hall was immersed in low hushed voices as Hanna reached the stage and flashed her beautiful dazzling smile. She took over the award from the tycoon, which was shaped in the form of a beautiful golden book.