My Dark Prince

- Ugly girl! Fool, how are you! Ugly, please wake up!

Damn, what a headache. It feels like she's been hit with a bat, and more than once. What is going on?

- Ugly girl! - a soft, but rather high female voice sounded right above my ear, after which I felt my shoulders lifted, shaking slightly. Oh no... What are you doing?! Don't shake like that: I'll vomit! - Ugly girl! Fool, wake up!

What?.. What was my name? And if you consider that they are shaking me, then this stupid nickname is addressed to me. Slowly, with great difficulty, she opened her eyes and looked around. I never thought that just "looking" would hurt so much. The head was cracking.

- Oh, Ugly! Are you alive! Oh God, I'm so happy! the girl exclaimed, and before I could see her, she hung on my neck.

Whoa whoa, take it easy, girl. Why so much drama? We're not filming here. Why would I even be dead? By the way, who are you? And why is she crying so much on my shoulder?

Finally began to distinguish colors and contours. I noticed that the girl who insulted me, but at the same time sobbed and hugged, had long wavy hair of a bright sunny color, moreover, she had a surprisingly unusual dress that immediately caught my eye. Although I am not one of the last people, and I managed to see a lot in my life, I came across such an outfit only in films about medieval princesses, knights and noble ladies.

Hmm... Hot pink, embellished with mother-of-pearl beads. Beautiful ... I can already estimate the approximate market value of this outfit and, given my experience, I can immediately say that this is not a cheap fake. Moreover, handmade.

- Ah-ah-ah-ah! Fool-ah! the girl continued to sob, yelling in my ear.

What's wrong with her? Who are you? It's like a movie is being made. My secretary said something about filming, but weren't they going to shoot a basic commercial for corn flakes? Did they by any chance go over their estimated budget? It will be necessary to transfer it so that they follow it: I am not going to overpay for this gloss. Although the actors were chosen beautiful, you can't say anything ...

- Annabelle! a now male voice sounded from outside.

A young guy was running towards us, dressed in a turquoise tailcoat, at first glance, the eighteenth century. I would be very embarrassed by his snow-white and tight-fitting pants if this kid was not handsome. No, he's really handsome. Tall, lean, fit, well built, and obviously does a lot of exercise. What's more, he also had magnificent sunny hair that seemed golden and shone in the light of day. And the face... This face belonged to an angel, no less.

Damn it, kid, you've got a big future ahead of you with that kind of data. To pick up a good modeling agency, and a new star will enter the stage. Hmm ... Maybe offer him your services? There are connections, and I won't offend with a fee. Although, perhaps, he has already signed a contract with someone: such a nugget is not lying on the road.

And yet, it seems that they went beyond the planned budget. Okay, actors were invited, but in business it's like: the more beautiful the model, the more expensive. And, like, I was a little ruined ...

- Annabelle! he continued to shout, addressing the weeping girl. - Are you okay? Why are you crying?

O! So this blonde is Annabelle, right? Rare name. Unusual. More suitable for cute and naive heroines in cheap novels, which I love to read in the evenings. Zero logic, zero tension. Only emotions, passions and patterns. Exactly what is needed. Eh ... Now I would read a couple. Just to figure out how I ended up on the set? And where are we anyway? Wasn't the shooting planned in a mall? Judging by the scenery, we seem to have rented an entire golf course. All around is perfectly green grass, cut leaf to leaf, the sky is blue, the birds sing, the flowers smell - well, nonsense! How much will all this pleasure cost me?

"Annabelle, are you hurt?" - the handsome man asked worriedly, lightly hugging the girl by the shoulders and pushing her away from me.

"No..." the girl said tearfully. "But Ugly...

She called me that again. I wanted to speak on this subject, but I fell silent before I even started. As soon as I looked the girl in the face, I completely forgot what I wanted to say. In short, before me was an ardent example of unearthly beauty. A young girl who did not just leave the covers of glossy magazines, but from the paintings of the most skilled artists.

Her facial features are perfect. The skin is snow-white and, given the short distance between us, I did not notice a single flaw: no pores, no acne, not even elementary moles. The scarlet lips had a slightly puffy shape, resembling a bow. A neat nose is slightly upturned, thin graceful curves of the eyebrows and large eyes of an unrealistic amethyst color. In the light they sparkled like gems.

Lenses? And very high quality: they look like real ones. And this face ... I don't know who the make-up artist is, but he clearly has golden hands: he puts on makeup so gracefully that it's even imperceptible. And that's because I'm so close. Bravo! Ready for a standing ovation.

But again, the question rests on the budget. The more I look at this crying girl, the more I realize that everything looks too expensive.

And now I'm more and more wondering: is it really possible to shoot ads here? Something is wrong here.

"Annabelle," the blond handsome man said. - She is alright. See, she's alive. Stand back, I'll call the maids to take care of her.

"Frederick..." the girl said in confusion, turning towards the guy. - Your Mightiness...

What?.. Did I hear you right? "Frederick"? "Your Mightiness"? Is he an aristocrat? Yeah well, bullshit. Who calls a child "Frederick" these days? Wait, this girl's name is Annabelle, right?

Ha! It reminds me so much of one of the stupid plots of those cheap novels that I periodically buy and read. There was also the main character Annabelle and the main character Frederic. Moreover, their appearance is very similar to those heroes. So maybe they're making a movie based on a book? Come on, come on ... Those romances can only be liked by stupid housewives or teenage girls. And even then there are so many templates in them that it is worth opening a book, and you already know how it will end.

Although I really like these books.

Ah, what was there in this story? They are all the same type: you can't remember right away. I only know that Annabelle and Frederick will end up together. The main characters are. She is graceful, vulnerable, perfect. He is brave, strong and madly in love with her. Eh ... just from the memories of these books my pulse quickens and my face begins to glow with pleasure. I love these kind of templates. I love novels where, in fact, you don't even need to think: everything will be chewed and presented on a spoon anyway. You just need to enjoy.

Such novels are very relaxing. And if someone decides to film something like this... hmm... It should be interesting.

- Ugly girl! Why are you blushing so much? Your face... Ugly little sister! Annabelle exclaimed, grabbing my shoulders again.

By the way, yes. I remember that the main character had an older sister, whom everyone addressed by a nickname, and not by name. If I'm not mistaken, Ugly is a girl who has been sick since birth. She has some form of Down syndrome. She always smiles, practically does not speak, because she knows ten or fifteen words at the most, and plays a secondary role in the novel, which is needed there only to arouse pity or laughter in readers when she was weird.

True, scenes with her were rare. By the way, what was her name? The name was mentioned, but only once. Even parents addressed their daughter by the nickname "Ugly Girl". Hmm... a funny character, but not that important. After all, the main characters are much more interesting and ... Stop!

Why does this girl call "me" Ugly? Am I also in the movie? So, I don't remember signing any kind of cooperation agreement. This is clearly a prank. Probably my subordinate found out about my little hobby and decided to play a joke, and unsuccessfully. He hired actors, dragged him to the golf course, and now he has given the role. And the Ugly Ones.

All right, that's enough. It's time to end this spree. I still have to meet with a German company and agree on the supply of their products. Oh, what time is it? Have I overslept?

"Darling," she turned to the girl. - Be so kind as to leave.

"Huh...?" Annabelle burst out, after which she deviated and literally plopped down on her ass. Her eyes are rounded and look at me as if they saw a ghost.

Yes, what is there? The guy had exactly the same look. They were already the owners of snow-white skin, but they became even paler, although this seemed almost impossible. What is it with them?

And by the way, it seems to me or my voice sounded somehow different? Caught a cold? And ... I didn't understand: what happened to my hands? Why do they look so big? Fingers are like sausages. And under the nails ... Holy Virgin Mary! What's up with my nails? It feels like they are gnawed, broken, and even under the smallest ledge there are tons of black dirt. What a nightmare! This dirt is even in the smallest pores and cracks on the palms.