Her short story titled â€˜The Arrangementsâ€˜ is a fictional take onÂ Republican Candidate Donald Trumpâ€˜s family, life and campaign leading up to the elections with a heavy focus on his wife Melania.
Melania decided she would order the flowers herself. Donald was too busy now anyway to call Alessandraâ€™s as usual and ask for â€œsomething amazing.â€ Once, in the early years, before she fully understood him, she had asked what his favorite flowers were.
â€œI use the best florists in the city, theyâ€™re terrific,â€ he replied, and she realized that taste, for him, was something to be determined by somebody else, and then flaunted.
At first, she wished he would not keep asking their guests, â€œHow do you like these great flowers?â€ and that he would not be so nakedly in need of their praise, but now she felt a small tug of annoyance if a guest did not gush as Donald expected. The florists were indeed good, their peonies delicate as tissue, even if a little boring, and the interior decorators Donald had brought in â€” all the top guys used them, he said â€” were good, too, even if all that gold yellowness bordered on staleness, and so she did not disagree because Donald disliked dissent, and he only wanted the best for them, and she had what she really needed, this luxurious peace. But today, she would order herself. It was her dinner party to celebrate her parentsâ€™ anniversary. Unusual orchids, maybe. Her mother loved uncommon things.