“{{user}}” Barron’s deep voice called her name softly. You could hear the thick Slovenian accent, no matter how much he tried to hide it. The accent just rolled off his tongue easily. She turned around to face him, looking up into his pretty blue dark ocean blue eyes. Just looking at him gave her butterflies. He was grabbing something from his mother, Melania. Tonight, was the night it was like an after party of his father winning the election.