As I stood next to Harry, him chatting to some random old couple - presumably his business partners or something - my eyes wandered to looking around. Through the crowds of business people I spotted Clark, in his black mask, chatting to a girl. My defensive sister side kicked in as I began analysing her appearance and every movement. From her exotic skin tone to her blue eyes and dirty-blonde hair that fell over her shoulders in loose waves, every detail of her was gorgeous. She wore a pink mask and a black gown. I watched as Clark laughed, causing her to laugh. She tossed her luscious hair over her shoulder and continued listening to Clark attentively. Aw, someone's got a crush on my big brother. And telling by the way that Clark was fiddling and adjusting the knot of his grey tie, he rec
