I saw my friend wave at someone. When I turned around I noticed a man and an attractive blonde woman approaching us.
“I’m Donald Trump,” he said. I recognised the name, and I knew he was a businessman or a celebrity, but not much else. He put his hand out to shake mine.
“Hello,” I replied. “I’m Melania.”
When his companion left for a moment, he asked me for my phone number. I politely declined his request. He was a little surprised.
“Give me your number,” I said.
With a hand gesture, Donald called over his bodyguard. His big shoulders leaned in as he listened to him, before discreetly writing a note on a sleek business card. Donald took the card and handed it to me. “Call me,” he said with a smile.
I tucked the card into my clutch before his date returned to the table.
As I packed for my Caribbean photo shoot the next day, Donald’s image danced through my mind. His polished business look, witty banter and obvious determination fascinated me.
