I raised my eyes to this wonderful structure. The blue club is deserving of being a top-tier club. It's brightly illuminated and jam-packed with music. The waiter and the professional lobby manager stood at the door. How much money does a place like this have to make in a night to be able to finance such a lineup?
Isn't it true that any of Donald's entertainment venues should be tremendously profitable? It's no surprise that he spends money like water and doesn't blink even when he's being excessive.
"What makes you think you're still standing? Why don't you come in?" The sound of Donald's voice in the automobile drew me back.
He drove a Land Rover for me tonight to avoid drawing attention. A Land Rover is unsurprising in this exclusive group of sports cars.
"Return and be cautious along the road." I entered into the luxurious entrance alone after waving.
"Welcome."
A group of waiters bowed respectfully to the lobby manager. Only those with the appropriate consumption level can benefit from this service attitude.
There were more than a dozen people seated on the lobby's welcoming sofa. "Trista?" a voice asked as I walked by.
Huh?
When I turned around, I noticed a woman with a bright, appealing smile. "My name is Miya. Do you have any memory of me?"
"Are you home, Miya?" I was laughing as well.
"Trista! Is it truly you on the other end of the line? You're improving all the time! Just now, I almost didn't recognize you!"
"No, you are our class's class flower.!" "Are you gathering here, too?" I asked, smiling as I looked behind her at the crowd.
"Yes, no, you don't recognize any of them? These are former classmates of ours! They happened to be in city a, so we summoned each other." "Look, everyone, who's coming!" Miya remarked brightly as she clasped my hand in hers.
When Miya's voice was heard, a dozen girls who were still discussing raised their eyes-
"Trista?"
"Is something wrong with my sight, God? Trista, are you serious?"
"What brings you here?"
"Isn't it in today's News? It was said that the swift family's daughter had been abducted and that Emos Senior had inherited the inheritance right."
"Are you a ghost?" says the narrator.
"Ah? So you've been kidnapped, Trista?"
"How is it possible?"
……
They talked and inquired incessantly. What I felt was the gossip heart of watching jokes, not the warmth among my classmates.
Miya remarked with a smile, "You ask a lot of questions all at once.. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask them slowly. You must accompany me, Trista."
"I'm not going...." "I have a colleague party starting soon," I said quietly.
"Today's meeting is difficult. Simply tell your coworkers to go see your former friends first, and then come back later!"
"But...."
"For a long time, we haven't had a good conversation! There's your deskmate right here! Could you please tell me where she has gone?" Miya took a quick look around, spotted a target character, and waved, "Vicky, this way!"
Vicky went up the catwalk in ten-centimeter heels, her posture attractive and her smile appealing.
"Vicky currently works as a model. She works as an Amazon shop model. We are envious of her daily earnings of thousands of dollars...." Miya rushed over here and screamed to Vicky, "Please, Vicky, hurry up! The elevator is about to close!"
Vicky's appearance drew my attention. She didn't used to look like this. Her chin grew angular, her single eyelid grew into doubles, and her nose grew quite high.
Miya said, "This is Trista, your deskmate. Do you remember?"
"Of certainly," she says. Vicky gave me a friendly smile and a provocative gleam in his eyes. "Trista, the Swift family's most unpopular daughter havn't seen you in a long time."
I didn't bother shaking her hand because I was full of provocation "I haven't seen you in quite some time. For a while, I won't recognize you.."
Miya flashed a smile and continued, "We didn't expect to meet in this way because the world is so small. Our private room number is 303. Let's get started."
Vicky was the first to exit the elevator, despite her unhappiness with her high heels. He was overtaken by a female classmate with climbing ability. "Vicky, I heard that the business would always provide the model the outfits that were photographed. Is this correct?"
A few more caught up, "if so, don't you have too many clothes? Is it true that you can't wear them all day?"
" Vicky already has a wonderful family! Vicky's living conditions are far superior to those of some poor daughter! Take a look at how much Vicky's well-known brands are worth!"
"Is that a Lamborghini automobile key in your hand, Vicky?" It was discovered by a keen-eyed female student.
"Vicky, Lamborghini is incredibly pricey. Did your parents send it to you or did you purchase it on your own?"
"Do you mind if I drive your car home after the party?"
"I have never driven a Lamborghini...."
……
Vicky appeared to like the feeling of stars and moonlight. She gave me a suggestive glance. "One of my suitors gave me this car."
"What?" Everyone was taken aback when they heard this sentence.
"Did I hear you correctly, Vicky? What type of suitor is so generous? Give you a Lamborghini?"
"Yes, this car is priceless. My father was hesitant to buy my brother a Porsche Cayenne the last time he wanted one!"
"What's the point?" Vicky smoothly entered the private room and seated down. "There are a lot of people who want to send me cars and houses. It's not as if a Lamborghini could bribe me. We're not going to marry for the sake of money; we're going to marry for the sake of people."
"Wow...."
"What are you bragin' about?"
"Yes!"
"She used to be the ugliest duckling in the pond. After cosmetic surgery, transformed into a swan.!"
"Yes, no matter how lovely she appears to be, she is not as lovely as Trista!"
"Yes!"
Vicky's detractors couldn't stop themselves from gathering and whispering.
"By the way, why didn't our class's lads show up?"
"Yes, Mr. Paddy has been on my mind! I haven't seen him in a long time. I'm not sure if he has a girlfriend or not! I can't get over how attractive he is!"
"Do you want to see Mr. Paddy?"
"Will Mr. Paddy attend such a gathering!"
The door to the private room was pushed open as soon as their voice dropped silent, and several distinguished men entered, one by one, looking active.
"It's one of our former male classmates. Look! They're on their way!" My eyes brightened up as I continued to murmur about how awful Daisy Vicky was "What a handsome young man! I didn't realize they were getting more attractive after all these years! It's exhausting!"
"Can you tell me who they are?" I clearly have no idea who the men in front of me are.
"It's the four boys that used to sit next to you when you were younger. One is now a clothing designer, one is a sales manager, one is a self-employed business owner, and the other is a physical education instructor."
"They used to go to the playground together. I brought you along to support them. Don't you remember?"
"They were stylish and attractive at the time. Many of the girls at our grade were enchanted by them. As soon as class was done, fans rushed to the door of our classroom to send love letters and gifts!"
I finally have a hazy sketch thanks to their reminders.