When James said we were going to a Gala, I had imagined a hotel with a bunch of politicians. However, when the limo pulled up to the front of the massive white building that reminded me so much of the White House, my jaw dropped.
“Holy s**t…” I gasped, causing James to laugh.
“It’s nice, huh? Wait until you see the inside. For a man with that kind of money, he had big inspirations while building it.”
Looking over my shoulder at him, I paused. “What is this place?”
“The Trump National Doral,” James replied as a chauffeur opened my door in tails with white gloves. I was taken aback by his words.
This was only a glimpse of what was to come. I could only hope high society was ready for me, because tonight was surely going to be a night I would never forget.
A red carpet and lights came
