Donald's POV
The cool evening air swiped hard on my face as I drove through the streets of New York. The night was still young but the clouds had turned dark with no stars appearing in the sky. Laura was beside me, giggling every now and then as her perfectly manicured hand continued to fly through the keyboard. I had deliberately given my driver the night off as I want to experience the thrill of driving through the night, just like the old times. Thank goodness there was no traffic, else, that might have ruined the night for me.
A few minutes later, I got to the venue and slid the car into a halt. As we stepped down, I stared at Laura's artistic beauty. She was a vision in emerald green silk, designed to catch every eye, a perfect picture of elegance and expensive taste. As we walked
