Chapter 87 Billionaire's Lies

• She stood on the big stage, her heart beating in sync with the booming emcee voice throughout the hall. "And the winner of the Elite Fashion Design Competition of this year is... Sabrina Auburn!" The call echoed in the sophisticated auditorium, where it was then answered with an explosion of applause that almost rattled the chandeliers from the ceilings. Sabrina sat back for a split second, feeling the weight of the news. She stood up effortlessly, elegantly smiling, but her poise blazed much brighter than the chandeliers in the room. Her mother, Leila, grasped her grandmother Wendy's arm. Her tears streamed down her cheeks.
• "She did it, Mom," Leila whispered with emotion. "She really did it." "I never doubted her," Wendy replied, her voice steady but her eyes brimming with pride. Sabrina walked towards the stage, her heart pounding with disbelief and triumph. Wearing one of her designs: a perfect harmony of power and femininity-a midnight-blue pantsuit with intricate embroidery, she moved confidently. Handed the trophy, she held it up high, the spotlight bouncing off its shiny surface. She paused at the microphone and began to speak firmly but full of emotion.
• "This is not just my victory," she started, gazing out at the sea of faces. "It is a testament to resilience, dreaming big, and never giving up no matter how hard life becomes. I want to thank my family-my mother, Leila, and my grandmother, Wendy-for being my strength pillars. And most important, I dedicate this to my son, Saben, who is my inspiration and light in my life." Again the crowd burst into applause, and Sabrina caught a glimpse of Wendy backstage, cradling little Saben in her arms.