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 shit…” 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.
