362 The Art of Grace Under Pressure

Perfection has never been her; it has always been her designs. After all, who among us can claim to be flawless?

Miranda's skin was as radiant as silk, her red lips curving into a sensual smile. “So, shall we proceed with the award ceremony now?”

The host, still smiling, nodded. “Of course, Ms. Carter. But before we hand over the trophy, the judges and members of the press have some questions for you. You'll need to provide convincing answers, and if you succeed, the award will undoubtedly be yours.”

Miranda accepted the challenge with grace. “I'm ready.”

The ceremony continued...

The award presentation lasted a staggering seven hours.

Starting at eight in the evening, it dragged on until well past three in the morning. Many attendees were fighting off sleep, some even openly pleading for the event to end. However, a few stubborn individuals, determined to trip Miranda up, kept the questions coming.