"I would like to thank my sister-in-law Jade West for giving me the chance to work on this project," Trina clutched the Oscar to her chest, trying to bite back tears. "And my baby sister Tori for convincing her to let me be the lead. And no, I didn't threaten my way in with my heels."
A wave of laughter came from their colleagues in the audience, as Jade stood beside Trina and André, gripping on to her own Oscar for the Best Director of the year in the horror category. They had just won the year's Oscar in three categories, with André snagging best music. It was huge, considering that the winning film was a heavily budgeted indie horror comedy flick involving high heels which Jade had written in just a week, chugging coffee the entire time, much to her wife's disapproval.
When it was time to cast the leads, Jade had trouble finding someone who was an expert in walking with twelve inch heels, until her wife suggest casting her sister. Though she was initially reluctant to, Tori's pleading puppy eyes and 'special offers' made her eventually agree to the proposal.
And now there they were, winning the awards of their dreams.
Tori snuggled into Jade's side as the latter made her way back to the red seats, sneaking in a quick kiss. "I'm so proud of you, of everyone, Jade."
Jade hummed, whispering back, "Thank you for your horrible suggestion to cast your sister as the lead."