ile. It was Tuesday, a holiday. Hortavie, Roxane and Mimie were at home watching as people jostled each other to get as close as possible to where the prince was going to p

escribable beauty and charisma! He walked like a lion going on a mission. He didn't smile, but rather watched people applauding him and shouting his name, and he held out his hand to greet them. There was his mother by his side, Mama Abena, and two guards. A Bugatti came straight out of the airport parking lot to follow them... - ROXANE: Tall, mixed race, handsome, sexy, charismatic! He's not even close to us yet, but we can already smell his perfume! Hortavie, you know what? Hortavie's eyes were on him, unlike Mimie's who didn't even manage him, yet she had insisted on seeing him. She was still focused on her bag. - ROXANE: Hortavie? Hortavie? She touched Hortavie and Hortavie finally answered, but, after she flinched. - HORTAVIE: What? What is it? - ROXANE: You're here, but you're far away in your thoughts. Anyway, I was saying that the prince here will be my brother-in-law! If you want, you can get angry, but... Hortavie looked at her, but without saying anything this time! - ROXANE: Mimie, there's your future daddy over there, right? You wanted to see him, right? Now that he's here, you don't have time for him anymore? In fact, Hortavie wasn't even paying attention to what Roxane was saying. She was focused on looking at this prince who looked mysterious, because it was impossible to know what he was thinking in his head. One could not know him by looking at him. The closer he got, the more the girls became alarmed. The police had to get even stricter so they wouldn't go over the line... He finally got to where the crowd was and started greeting some people with "hello, how are you?" and a slight smile. He was on the opposite side of the row first. The girls he was greeting were getting excited and screaming with joy. They kept telling him how handsome he is and everything else. Some were even taking pictures with him. Then he moved to the other row and did the same until he arrived near Hortavie, Roxane and Mimie. Hortavie was a bit scared, because this man had a really imposing charisma. To avoid him, she lowered her head. Against all odds, Mimie said: - MIMIE: Hello Mr. Prince! And Pierre Abena stopped. He smiled broadly when he saw her. - PIERRE ABENA: How are you, my little one (touching her cheeks)? Say, what's your name? - MIMIE: My name is Lara Chloe, but they call me Mimie. This is my mother (pointing at Hortavie) and this is my auntie (pointing at Roxane). She was talking in her little baby voice and it was funny and cute at the same time. - PIERRE ABENA: Oh yes, that's right, you are very brave! Hello Mimie's mother! Hortavie felt as if her heart was going to fall into her belly. - HORTAVIE: Uh... hello sir (swallowing his saliva). She started shaking... - PIERRE ABENA: And hello Mimie's aunt (looking at Roxane). - ROXANE: Good morning, sir! Please, can we take a picture with you? - MIMIE: Please, Mr. Prince! The Prince laughed, but in a royal way of course! - PIERRE ABENA: Mimie, you are my star of the day! I'm going to take a picture with you! He took out his iPhone and stood in front of them and took a picture. - PIERRE ABENA: You'll see it on Instagram. Goodbye Mimie (touching her cheeks). - MIMIE: Goodbye Mr. Prince! He's gone to greet the others. - ROXANE: No, but I'm dreaming! ! ! He even took out his phone to take a picture with us? But he didn't do it with anyone! Hortavie was still elsewhere in his thoughts and his shaking continued. - ROXANE: Hortavie? Hortavie? What are