My Prince Falcon

- 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.