Melania Trump

Melania Trump was wandering aimlessly through the corridors of the white house. Since her husband and her had moved here, they hadn't spent much time together. In other circumstances, she wouldn't have mind, happy to spend more time with her friends and family. However, the huge security protocol surrounding the first lady was making it very difficult.

So there she was, bored, waiting for all this to be over. To pass time, she had started a new hobby over the past months. The White House was a big place, full of secrets, full of rooms that hadn't been used for years. Everytime she didn't know what to do, she tried to discover a new aisle of the palace.

One day, she was in a familiar corridor, when she suddenly noticed a door that was slightly open. She frowned. That was strange. This one had been locked, impossible to open, since they had arrived in this place. She shrugged her shoulders and finally decided to enter the room.