The magical limousine carriage arrived at the grand venue for the highly anticipated Princess Show. A uniformed servant stepped forward to open the door, and Miranda Sweetness emerged in a dazzling display of poise and charm. Cameras flashed relentlessly as reporters clamored for exclusives, their voices blending into a chaotic chorus.
Miranda, ever the picture of grace, paused to address the crowd. Her words were sweet, laden with compliments and gratitude, though her indifference was expertly concealed. Her performance was flawless—every gesture, every smile meticulously calculated to dazzle.
As reporters drew closer, Miranda posed elegantly, blowing fake kisses and offering baskets of oranges to the eager crowd. They accepted them gratefully, oblivious to the horrifying truth behind the fruit’s origins. Miranda’s smile widened imperceptibly as she watched a few reporters peel the oranges and begin eating.
But she didn’t stop there. Miranda handed oranges to children, families, and elderly attendees, soaking in their heartfelt thanks. “You’re so generous!” they exclaimed. “A true angel!”
Miranda responded with a peace sign and a radiant smile, basking in their adoration. Inside, she savored the irony—only she knew that their praise was directed at a monster.
Once inside the venue, Miranda moved gracefully toward the dressing rooms. Here, her fa?ade of sweetness began to peel away. Using subtle magic, she sabotaged the outfits of the other young contestants—tearing seams, wilting fabrics, and unraveling delicate embroidery. Her goal was clear: eliminate all competition without drawing suspicion.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.
Her schemes didn’t end there. Miranda plucked one of the oranges from her basket, this one containing the soul of an unfortunate opponent from a previous encounter. With a flick of her wrist, she transformed it into a perfectly cooked hamburger.
With the conjured hamburger in hand, Miranda discreetly placed it near the dressing table of one of the most popular contestants. The young girl, noticing the unexpected treat, assumed it was a kind gesture from another contestant. Without hesitation, she began eating it—a decision she would soon regret.
Moments later, the girl fell ill, clutching her stomach in pain. Unable to continue, she was forced to withdraw from the competition. The air in the dressing room grew tense, but Miranda stepped forward, feigning concern. She handed out oranges to the remaining contestants as “a gesture of goodwill.” Her sympathetic words and teary eyes masked her amusement at the chaos she had caused.
As the other girls accepted her “kindness,” Miranda returned to her private dressing room. Here, she took her time preparing for the show, relishing the knowledge that she was now the uncontested favorite. With each brushstroke and adjustment to her outfit, she radiated confidence and malice in equal measure.
Sitting beside her basket, Miranda let her eyes linger on the orange that still contained Hyperman’s soul. “Soon,” she whispered, her voice laced with mockery, “your sweet lie will be released for all to enjoy.”
The thought brought a sly smile to her face as she stood up, ready to claim the spotlight once more.