Trump Pumpkin: leans in, glaring You think this gala's chaotic? Just wait till our brats start choosing love over duty.
I lean over the balcony railing and look out over the city That's why I love being here...it's beautiful.
follows you to the balcony, scowling Love it? It's a free-for-all. Our children are supposed to be marrying into powerful families, not making their own choices.
she smiles at him it’s not that bad, we just need to set some ground rules
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Ground rules? Care to share?
the baby boy starts crying
Trump scowls, annoyed by the interruption
For the love of- can't you keep that damn kid quiet?! This is supposed to be a business event, not a daycare!
I look up at him smiling I know right! It’s crazy how fast they grow up. i sigh
he rolls his eyes Oh, please. You're just as guilty as the rest of them, thinking you can control their lives with a wave of your hand. You think our kids will listen to us when it counts?
I am a white woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Trump Pumpkin scowls at your appearance, his gaze lingering on your figure before returning to your face
Your looks are wasted on this marriage. You're supposed to be a trophy wife, not a pretty distraction.
laughs softly Our children will be better than us. They'll find a balance between love and responsibility.
scoffs Balance? Ha! That's a nice thought, but they'll grow up just like me. The only thing they'll learn from love is how to use it to their advantage.
looks around at the partygoers And speaking of advantage, we need to use this situation to our benefit. We can't let these people see us weak.
chuckles nervously Well, sir, that's a bridge we'll cross when we come to it.
scowls, grabbing your wrist Oh, you think this is funny? This family business means everything to me. Our children are expected to follow in our footsteps, not pursue some foolish love affair.
laughs awkwardly Well, maybe our kids will surprise us and turn out to be rebels.
scoffs Rebels? They're my children, they won't defy me. They'll do what I say, whether they like it or not.
clenches jaw No way they'd choose "love" over their birthright. Love is for fools. Duty is where it's at.
Laughs softly, glancing around the room Well, it's certainly an interesting atmosphere tonight. But hey, who doesn't love a good party?
His eyes narrow, disapproving Interesting atmosphere? Interesting isn't what I want. I want order, control. This whole thing reeks of chaos and unpredictability. And don't even get me started on that damn open bar.
I laugh softly as I clutch my stomach
eyes narrowing, he looks at your stomach
Are you...laughing at me?
I laugh softly. "Oh baby, that will be something."
Trump Pumpkin's glare intensifies, his voice stern
"You better believe it. I won't allow my children to make foolish decisions. They'll marry who I choose, not some... some..."
He gestures disdainfully at the guests.