Donald's point of view
"Where are you going, Trista?"
I rushed forward and grabbed her hand as she was ready to leave.
"Give me a break!"
"What's the matter with you?"
"Allow me to leave! It's excruciating!"
I instantly let go of her after she said that. I couldn't bear causing her pain.
Someone happened to walk into the bathroom at this point —
"Mr. Donald was dancing beautifully just now. He is, unfortunately, a promiscuous man. He had sex with numerous women in the men's room tonight, I heard!"
"You've all been duped by him! He is not Donald!"
"I'm not sure how that's possible. I had a clear view of his face. Mr. Donald, of course!"
"The guy in charge of the ball can't invite Mr. Donald, so he'll have to resemble someone of similar height and build. Have you seen Donald Trump in person?"
"No."
"That's correct! The guy you saw tonight was a fictitious character."
"What? Makeup?"