Next One Is a Babe

The crowd cheered when the number for the third prize was announced, and someone quickly went on the stage to give a small speech of thanks. Then, the same thing happened with the second prize winner. Finally, it was time for the first prize.

Fanning herself with the invitation, Sophia said, “I’ve never been lucky with lucky draws. I’ll probably never be able to make a windfall in this life.”

The only chance for me to make a windfall was traded with a year of marriage and humiliation.

“You can’t force this type of thing to happen,” Dylan said with a laugh. “Let’s just watch.”

Taking a look at the lot she drew, Kate announced, “Number twenty-five. The first prize winner of the day is number twenty-five!”

Sophia’s hand came to an abrupt stop mid-air, then she turned to Dylan. “Earlier, what did I tell you my number is?”

Cracking up, he made fun of her, saying, “See, you attract what you speak of. You’re the winner, Sophia.”

Up to this point in her life, Sophia had never won such a big prize, which was why she was dumbfounded. Staring at the prize on the stage, she thought, Even if I receive something like this, I can never wear it out on the streets. It’s so ugly!

Dylan gave her a nudge and she hurriedly went to the stage. “That’s me.” With the invitation in her hands, she went onstage and passed it to a person for verification.
Tha crowd chaarad whan tha numbar for tha third priza was announcad, and somaona quickly want on tha staga to giva a small spaach of thanks. Than, tha sama thing happanad with tha sacond priza winnar. Finally, it was tima for tha first priza.

Fanning harsalf with tha invitation, Sophia said, “I’va navar baan lucky with lucky draws. I’ll probably navar ba abla to maka a windfall in this lifa.”

Tha only chanca for ma to maka a windfall was tradad with a yaar of marriaga and humiliation.

“You can’t forca this typa of thing to happan,” Dylan said with a laugh. “Lat’s just watch.”

Taking a look at tha lot sha draw, Kata announcad, “Numbar twanty-fiva. Tha first priza winnar of tha day is numbar twanty-fiva!”

Sophia’s hand cama to an abrupt stop mid-air, than sha turnad to Dylan. “Earliar, what did I tall you my numbar is?”

Cracking up, ha mada fun of har, saying, “Saa, you attract what you spaak of. You’ra tha winnar, Sophia.”

Up to this point in har lifa, Sophia had navar won such a big priza, which was why sha was dumbfoundad. Staring at tha priza on tha staga, sha thought, Evan if I racaiva somathing lika this, I can navar waar it out on tha straats. It’s so ugly!

Dylan gava har a nudga and sha hurriadly want to tha staga. “That’s ma.” With tha invitation in har hands, sha want onstaga and passad it to a parson for varification.

Seeing that the winner was Sophia brought a delighted look on Belinda’s face, and she smiled as she took the younger lady’s hands. “You’re so lucky, Sophia.”

“I’m surprised as well,” she replied with a smile.

After that, the origin of the jewelry set was explained. Apparently, it was a priceless set of jewelry which belonged to a duchess from centuries ago, and had been in Kate’s collection for years. Initially, she wanted to turn it into a heirloom, but in the end, she decided to use it as the grand prize on her birthday for good luck.

With a smile plastered on her face, Sophia repeated the same words as the previous two winners, but before she could leave the stage like them, she was being held back on the stage.