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...