- What? I don't understand...
- the king and queen don't know anything... Except my assistant who is the one who found you with the help of your last movie...
- Oh I see...
- From now on you are a princess...
- A princess... She said with a dreamy look...
She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful...
- I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air.
- Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...
At least she wouldn't be so strict...
- Anyway, we will have a lot of work to do... She said.
- Work?
- You didn't think I would let you take my place without turning you... Into me? My parents do not spend much time with me but they are not fooled. So... You have a lot to learn in a short time...
- I don't follow you...
- We have one month to turn you into me... It's short but I'm counting on you to make an effort...
- uhhhh...
- Well... Let's go.
She got up from her seat... Let's go ? They hadn't ordered anything...
- But... We didn't order anything!!!
- Put on something to cover your face... I don't need to be on the front page of the newspaper.
Kaya covered her face and followed Mirabelle. She walked with such confidence... It was exhausting... The question is whether she could be like her in a month...
- Can I have an advance?
It was out in spite of her... Mirabelle stopped and turned back to her, frowning... She was exaggerating... She had just landed this job and here she was already asking for an advance... Mirabelle shook her head before making big eyes and taking the way of the exit.
- See you tomorrow at 9 o'clock... A car will come to pick you up.
She had said this as she opened the restaurant's exit door... There were a lot of journalists outside... Flashbulbs started flashing and she could hear the questions the journalists were asking. It was the first time it happened to her... And she had always dreamed to live this moment when the journalists would ask her questions about her films or others... She felt a hand pulling her before making her get into a black Bentley... It was Mirabelle...
- The kind of behavior you should not have in front of paparazzi...
- That was no reason to pinch me so hard... It hurts me, you know... She complained while scratching her arm...
- Driver, please take the lady to her apartment.
- Well, majesty... Answered the driver.
They knew her address, there was no doubt about it... They had probably searched her life... Maybe they even knew what color her thong is right now... God... She didn't like that.
- Goodbye, Miss Caravigne...
- Are we there yet?
- Yes... Get out.
Without asking for help, Kaya got out of the car and when the car started, she stood there watching it drive away... That's when she realized how much her life would change... Princess overnight... Even if it was only for 3 months... As a child, she wanted to be a princess: to wear beautiful dresses, have maids and wear a crown. However, she had had a reality opposite to this little girl's dream... Today, her dream was about to come true. She was going to live in a palace and marry a sultan... She hoped he wasn't old and disgusting or young and fat. As for the fact that she might have to sleep with him, Kaya preferred not to think about it... She was going to have a luxurious life during these 3 months but she was also going to win 3 millions... That was the very definition of winning the lottery... Her phone vibrated in her hand and when she saw the message, the young woman let out a long cry of joy as she jumped up and down starting to draw attention to herself... 100 000! Mirabelle had just given her the advance she had asked for... She stopped, suddenly feeling a little old to be getting so agitated...
She sent a small portion to her mother and put the rest in her stash... She was going to use it to pay her rent... She ordered some food before taking a shower... She was tired but she was rich...
Rich as Croesus... No need to work in this small restaurant for a pittance anymore. Now she had a real job.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror and imagined herself in a beautiful ball gown...
- How dare you look me in the eye... Let's cut her head off! She said with a perfect imitation.
She tied her hair up in a bun before continuing...
- Allow me to introduce myself... I am Princess Mirabelle of...
What was her last name again? She thought for a moment before remembering that Mirabelle hadn't told her... She would ask her the next day... She could G****e it... She grabbed her phone and accessed the G****e search engine...
***
Mirabelle was divine... She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair was always well done, not to mention her formal attire... If she had ever been her sister in another life, she would be completely different... Maybe she would have been like her since she would have had a different education than what she received... She saw an article that talked about her wedding but it didn't mention the name of the Sultan... A Sultan... She really had to see him... If he is an old man,... Let's hope he's not an old man. Said the young woman to herself...
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- So Mom... ?
- The funeral is next week. He's in the morgue... Are you sure you won't come?
- I don't know, mom...
- You might even consider coming back here...
- Oh no, mom, never! I'm not going to leave my little paradise to go back there...
- If you say so... I would love to see you... It's been more than 4 years... I'd like to see if you've grown...
- I'll make sure I come, I promise you nothing...
- Hassen is back, you know... He has a motorcycle and a nice house...
- Good night mom, Say hi to my little brother.
- Good night my dear. She said resignedly.
The young woman hung up the call... She remained a moment pensive... Hassen was her first love... They were together for two years and they broke up just before Hassen left for university. She remembers that he had promised never to abandon her but once abroad, he forgot her...
It was the only time she was in love in her life...
Today, she needed stability with a man. She had wasted two years loving someone who didn't love her and two years waiting for the slightest sign from him... Anyway, she eventually learned her lesson... Love was just a waste of time... And she wasn't going to waste any more time...
- Flexibility, Kaya... Flexibility. This is not the war you are declaring on the cup!- I don't understand how you can be more flexible than that... Kaya grumbled.- A princess must be gifted with flexibility and infinite softness... Kaya put the cup on the saucer and opened her mouth to speak:- No no no... The saucer and the glass must not make any noise... No tinkling, Kaya... Mirabelle cut her off.- You know what? I need a break... Kaya said, already turning her back. - But...you just took one not an hour ago... She answered desperately.- I know... But it's not my fault you're so tired... !Mirabelle raised her eyes to the sky and continued:- At this rate, I'm afraid you won't be ready in time...- I could always go without coffee for the next 3 months... Caffeine is bad for you, you know...Mirabelle arched an eyebrow and gave her a hard but desperate look... Kaya was exaggerating, she admitted... She wasn't making any effort either, she admitted that too... But... She had a
Kaya turned and looked at Mirabelle with sparkling eyes. It was the first time in three weeks that she had told her it was perfect... She usually settled for a "It can go... Next time." - Don't shout Victory, you still lack the language of the fan...Mirabelle had said this with the shadow of a smile... Wait... A smile ?- Did you just smile?Yes... A smile. Mirabelle had just made another one. She was beautiful. So... She needed to smile more often. Kaya ended up smiling too. Even though she had spent a lot of time with Mirabelle... She still couldn't understand why she looked so much like herself... It was just amazing...- And if we eat... began the young woman.- No pizza, no burger, then I'm in. Mirabelle cut her off.Kaya smiled in spite of herself... Mirabelle wasn't that mean. She was simply too busy with her princess duties... - Ask room service to bring some food... I'll be right back. Mirabelle finished before leaving the suite.She grabbed the hotel phone and dialed th
- Are you okay? - I think so... I've never had anything so... spicy!!! I don't even know what this feeling is. I feel it running through my veins...Mirabelle had said this last sentence while shaking her body... Kaya and Lucia ended up laughing following the expression of the young woman... It was a bit funny... - It is the effect of alcohol... She looked at the glass and finished the glass in no time... Okey... At this rate, she was going to end up drunk. And she couldn't imagine seeing her drunk, although it would be fun...- Can I have another drink? She said with wide eyes...- No... That's enough. You're going to get drunk.- It was a request but also an order...- Mirabelle... No.- Kaya, just a little.- Okay. I would have warned you.She poured her some more beer and watched her drink it all without pausing. It was so amazing that Kaya and Lucia were left dazed, watching her...- Can I have some more...- Oh no!- My head is spinning, is that normal?- Yes, very normal for
- It's a lot of information to deal with you know... - I know but you'll get there... - So... Your parents also own a huge vineyard and that's where the wine for the festivities comes from? The vineyard is prosperous but as you are the only child who did not deviate so you will inherit the vineyard when your parents die... Wait... Why are you telling me all this? Are they planning to die in the next three months? Or are you planning to murder them? Mirabelle made big eyes and made a sign of the cross... She was Catholic. - No! I would never do such a thing... It's just so you have all the information... - Okay I understand... But I would also understand if you decided to kill your parents... Anyway, it's horrible of them to force you to marry a guy you don't know. - I do know him... We've met once or twice before. - So...? - So what? - What's he like? I'd like to at least know what he's like... And when were you going to tell me that you've already met him? - These are n
The young woman watched the large property widen before her eyes... It was much bigger than she thought... She had taken the virtual tour of the castle but she didn't know it was so big... In fact she did not know that it was so huge... She held back her mouth but her eyes sparkled so much that she was in awe... And when the car entered the big front door, she felt herself breathing another air, a much purer air than the one of Los Angeles... This role was really a dream... Not only did she become a princess overnight, she had a first class makeover, she got on a private plane and now she was going to meet a king and queen... For real. It was really something she had never dared to hope for. Even if she had spent her life saving, she could never have afforded such a luxury... This was really the chance of a lifetime...The young woman looked at the trees through the armored window of the limousine. There was a large garden with flowers and fruits. She saw a huge statue of her father..
This room could be double the size of her room and honestly, her room although a little luxurious could not match with this one... For a brief moment she felt like she didn't belong... It was kind of the truth because she was not Mirabelle... She took time to visit the room in depth, touching every corner... When she opened the dressing room, she opened her mouth wide in surprise... There were a lot of jewels more sparkling than the others and dresses, a lot of dresses arranged by color. She had the impression that if she wore one every day, she couldn't wear them all in one year... She looked at some of them and she thought they were beautiful. Fit for a princess... As she and Mirabelle were the same size, she was sure that all these dresses fit her... Her attention was held by a pink dress and when she took it, she quickly fell in love with it... It was long with a silky fabric. Extremely soft to the touch. There were like little diamonds that were probably real... It was probably
She had barely arrived that she was already doing stupid things... She was really going to get caught at this rate...- I'm sorry, Mother. For lamb, I can now eat it because I found a medicine that can prevent me from succumbing to my allergies. She said as naturally as possible.The king and queen looked at each other before returning to their meal. She didn't know if she had convinced them but they seemed to buy her lies... She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw them return to normal...- You should still watch your language, young lady. Eventually retorts the queen by giving him a dirty look.Kaya said nothing and just sat back in her seat. The dinner resumed quietly and the young woman finished her plate and without waiting for her parents to finish with theirs, she asked their permission then left the table...***- I hope you're not sleeping! Mirabelle's piquant voice resounded behind the handset.Kaya opened her eyes and gave a long yawn as she got up from her bed. A few seco
- I find you very imprudent, young lady...- I'm here, Mother. I had trouble finding him a gift.- Did you buy her a present? Asked the queen, smiling suddenly.- Yes mom. I bought her a present.They turned to see the king arriving. The queen made a sign to her husband:- Honey, come over here. Our daughter bought a present for her fiancé... It's beautiful. Do you remember what I gave you when you came to pick me up for our engagement?- How can I forget it my darling? He said kissing his wife on the forehead.Kaya smiles watching this somewhat moving scene.- Your mother gave me a linen coat... His father continued.- And he wore it every day for an entire year. He ended up damaging it and we had to put it in the attic. Continued her mother lovingly.Kaya widens her smile, taking care to look at them thus entwined. She found herself wondering if their marriage was for love or interest. If ever it was a marriage of interest, they had been lucky to have such a good life... They were t