Little Prince.

Elena and David left the stage and began to greet the guests. Ten minutes later, they stopped in a small secluded place in the far corner of the hall, where everything was already prepared for the interview, and where journalists were waiting for them.

The couple sat down on the comfortable chairs and took off their masks. David took his wife by the hand and looked in the direction of the reporter, "We are ready to begin." The girl with the microphone in her hand was lost in the world of violent fantasies as soon as her eyes met the eyes of the attractive and distinguished owner of the Lenali Enterprise.

"Meg, you are drooling. Stop staring and let's work," the operator hissed into her ear microphone, noticing that the girl fell into a reverent trance as soon as David smiled at her. The man brought the camera closer to the couple, first doing a close-up of Mr. Anderson, and then turning the lens in the direction of his wife, Elena. The young lady noticed that she was in the frame, slightly tilted her head and smiled. At this point, the operator's heart sank, he took a step to the side, and almost fell, stumbling over a wire on the floor.

"Sir, are you all right?" Elena asked immediately, which caused even more embarrassment to an adult man. "Yes, ma'am, do not worry, everything's all right. Sorry for disturbing you," the operator quickly apologized, set the camera straight and straightened up with an important and serious look on his face.

A small mix up returned the Miss Journalist from the world of dreams, she ran a hand through her hair to calm down a bit and turned to the couple, "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. My name is Megan Green, and I thank you for agreeing to devote some time on such a solemn event."

"We also thank you and all the viewers for their attention to our modest event," David replied, and his radiant smile made speechless thousands of female spectators sitting on the other side of the screen.

"Khem, well, let's get down to the interview then," the journalist looked down and stared at the list of questions prepared in advance. For ten years of practice, she had never felt so embarrassed and confused.

"Everyone is well aware of the active charity work of Lenali Enterprise, your projects are known all over the world and cause a great positive response from people in different countries. Tell me, how do you manage to carry out such a tremendous amount of work and look so good? According to population polls, it seems to people that every year you look younger and younger, as if time is flowing in the opposite direction for you. Do you have any secret?"

"Yes, I personally have a very big secret," David winked slyly and continued half a tone quieter, as if he decided to share the most important secret in the world, "This secret is called Photoshop." The journalist blinked a couple of times trying to get the joke, and David continued meanwhile, "But as for my beloved wife, here I agree, every year she is becoming more and more beautiful."

"Ahaha, Mr. Anderson, nice joke about the Photoshop," Megan laughed. Whatever the man said, at the age of 32, he was as beautiful as Adonis. She saw his photographs five years ago, and now he looked even more attractive than then. Like an expensive and high-quality wine, which over the years only gets better. Not surprisingly, he and his older brother were on the list of the TOP-20 most desired bachelors. Although everyone was well aware of David's unshakable love for his wife Elena, such desires remained only in fantasy.

"Mrs. Anderson, many people are interested in how your son is doing. There are very few photos of Sean online and he practically does not participate in social events with you. Does he not like to be in the center of attention or is it your decision to protect him from publicity?" The journalist addressed Elena.

"Hmm, rather, this is Sean's desire, he is only five years old, so I do not think that it is worth forcing him to do anything if he does not want to. When he wants, he goes with us, when not, he stays with friends or with his grandfather."

"Yes, we once interviewed Mr. Lee, he admitted that he loves his grandson so much and often pampers him. By the way, is your son here today?"

"Yes, he must be somewhere in the hall. As far as I know, he and other children decided to arrange a hide and seek game. So if you come across a boy who will try to steal a piece of cake or candy from the table unnoticed, then it's likely to be Sean," Elena added with a smile.

The rest of the interview was held in a casual conversation, Elena and David thanked the journalists and went back to the guests. Megan and the operator saw the hosts of the holiday off with their eyes and stood still for a couple of minutes, looking after them.

"I think now I understand why he loves her so much. I did not think that Elena Lee would be so cool. Hell, I don't even want to envy," Meg muttered to herself.

"You wanted to say, Elena Anderson? But I agree, this couple made me nervous in a good way. But you can still try your luck with his elder brother, he must still be single, right? How about hitting on Daniel?" The colleague winked and pushed her in the side with his elbow.

"Naah, I'd rather observe from the side. That whom I will envy is the future darling of the little prince. Ehhh, and why I was not born now or five years ago, then I would have had a chance," the journalist sighed. The operator looked at the girl and defiantly twisted his face, "Eeew, pervert. He is only five years old."

"Fool, you don't understand anything. Even if he is only five years old, it is already clear that he will be a handsome man, such a cutie that the world has never seen. Have you ever seen his photos? Ahhh, if my future son will be at least twenty percent cute as he is, then I didn't live my life in vain."

"Ahahaha, yeah, right, only Sean Anderson, unlike you, has the whole world in his power, given the influence of his parents' companies. Ehh, okay, let's go, I got hungry, and the local buffet is obviously not of my level." The man waved his hand and he and his colleague headed for the exit, passing by the chic tables with snacks.

Meanwhile, a little boy, about five years old, at whose mercy the whole world could be, quietly and imperceptibly made his way to his goal - a table with cakes and sweets. Why would one need the whole world when there is such an Eldorado of sweets?