’Hurry up already!!’ Michelle nearly snapped.


    "And the winner is...."


    Everyone went silent, their hearts hammering in their rib cage.


    "Michelle Harrison!!"


    Silence everywhere. The silence was so loud Anastasia was sure she could hear the cursing inner voices of the audience.


    "I won!!" Michelle imed, standing up from her seat and walking through the rows of chairs inrge strides as if impatient to get there already. "I won," she repeated, her voice the only sound that could be heard in the enormous hall.


    Michelle grabbed her trophy from the awkward emcee, took the microphone, and began.


    "Good evening, everyone! It’s such a beautiful night, isn’t it? Oh well, after losing this awardst year, I finally decided to work hard this year to get it. And thanks to all my fans out there, I was finally able to win it. Thank you so much!!" She praised, attempting the jump in joy but the rag she called a dress didn’t permit her to.


    "What fans is she talking about? The ones she sees in her dreams or what?" The first emcee whispered to the other, still taken aback that Michelle was the one that won the award.


    The other one could only shrug as they exited the stage.


    "Come on. Everyone should cheer for me!!" Michelle demanded, not once feeling ufortable with the silence that reigned.


    "Cheer for you? Why should we cheer for you?! I’m sure you did something improper to get that award in your hands," one person stood up and said.


    "I agree! Her parents were never taught right by their parents, so I doubt she’s any good. I mean, look at what she’s wearing. I can even see the redce panties she’s wearing," another fumed.


    Michelle clenched her fist with gnashing teeth as she retorted, "You should keep in mind what you’re saying to me. I’m an A-list celebrity. You wouldn’t want to mess with me," she threatened.


    "A-list celebrity my foot!! She slept with someone to get that award. She’s a slut and she’s willing to sleep with another to get whatever she wants!!"


    "That’s right!"


    "She stole that award, I’m sure of it!"


    And just like that, everyone started cursing and throwing things at Michelle. But no one tried to call the security to stop the raging audience.


    "I will remember all your faces because once I’m out of here, I’m going straight to the police to sue y’all for harassment!" She threatened. Finally, the raging audience quieted down, feeling utterly scared of getting the police involved in their daily life all because of someone who disgusted them.


    "That’s what I thought. You’ve been using me of sleeping with men just so I can get this award. In that case, does anyone have proof of their im?!" She questioned, wiping a trail of a drink from her face. "No proof at all."


    "I have proof," someone suddenly said, making heads turn in their direction. "That’s right, I have proof that Michelle slept her way to the top," Anastasia added.


    Michelle paled when her eyesnded on Anastasia because thetter had always been able to unveil most of her secrets in the past. So, she was worried she would be exposed to what she’d been doing for the past months.


    However, when she remembered how careful she was with her acts, her heart settled at ease.


    "You have no proof, Anastasia! You can’t prove anything, so it’s best you just sit back down and shut up!" She yelled.


    Anastasia hummed in response.


    "Let’s say that’s the case, but then, won’t you at least let me show what I have to the audience?" Anastasia requested with a broad smile and casual tone as if she were talking about a pink floral dress she saw at a store one time.


    Now, Michelle was left with no choice but to let Ana speak. Else, the audience would think she was hiding something indeed.


    "Well, then," Anastasia continued, taking Michele’s silence as a go signal. "I would like to give the tech team in charge of this event a video to upload on the huge screen," she requested.


    Without wasting time, Anastasia was directed to the tech team backstage where she handed them her phone, and they connected it to the huge screen.


    Michelle’s palm started to turn sweaty, as she waited for Anastasia.


    When Anastasia was back, she smiled at Michelle. "You can y it now."


    In less than a second, a familiar, unpleasant sound echoed in the event hall. People’s faces scrunched up in disgust and irritation as their eyes glued on the screen.


    "That’s Michelle and Mr. Theodore Perez!" Someone eximed.