Is there something you need, dear Innie? I have guests," Trump said as he quickly stood up.
A young girl entered the room, around sixteen or seventeen years old, with soft brown hair that fell over her shoulders. She was almost 5 feet 10 inches tall, and her ginger coat and pencil skirt, paired with 5-inch high heels, showcased her slender curves to great advantage. Moreover, she carried an indefinable elegance, was delicately charming, full of vitality, although her eyebrows were slightly raised, as if somewhat displeased.
"Did you forget something, Dad?" she asked her father with dissatisfaction in her voice.
"Did I forget something?" Trump recalled, trying to remember, but still could not think of what it might be.
The girl rolled her eyes, glanced at Adrian, then whispered a few words to her father.
