361 You're Perfect

The host subtly lowered the microphone and leaned closer to Miranda, his voice a quiet whisper. “Ms. Carter, just stay calm. I’ll guide you through this.”

Miranda looked slightly surprised but managed to mask it with a polite smile. “Thank you,” she replied, her tone warm.

“Go ahead, take that trophy that’s rightfully yours.”

Miranda gently released his hand and walked slowly to the microphone stand.

Bright spotlights bathed her in light, and the constant flash of cameras created a dazzling blur. From her perspective, all she could see was a sea of white—she couldn’t make out faces or the number of attendees.

The trophy was placed on a pedestal nearby, waiting for her to lift it. But first, she had to face the scrutiny of the audience.

“Good evening, everyone. I’m Miranda Carter.”

Her voice was melodious, clear, and carried a calm confidence.