3 Attention

At the party, it was a pleasant cold night. The bright star among the sky. As the cold breeze sways among the people having fun together and laughing together. The businessmen were all over the places. Other women were famous celebrities. Paparazzi was spreading like an ant outside with a shiny red carpet where guests will be arriving. Click shots of their camera continuously as the guest one by one revealed itself.

After quite some time a black shiny limousine pop out. The paparazzi were surprised by the elegant car, they went insane getting ready to take some good shots on the mysterious owner of it. The door opens revealing foot that was about to stand. A man with a black tuxedo appears in front of them. People gasps to see the mysterious elegant man. A person who gives a cold shoulder to everyone as he's eyes avert to the crowd.

"It's Clark Vascana!"

"Oh my god! He's so handsome!"

The ladies were all staring at him, admiring his beauty. Paparazzi started to take pictures as soon as Clark out. His formal looking but murderous appearance mocks the crowd. His expressionless face made him more handsome suddenly Clark let out his hand on the door of the door.

"OMG! Looks like he has an acquaintance!"

"He even lends his hand for her!"

"Right! I wonder who she is!"

A woman came out wearing a shiny red velvet tube dress with a split. Her really good body figure is showing in the dress when the dress was hugging tightly her body. Her white chest showing. Also wearing a messy bun hair that really fits her dress. All attention was focus on her. The paparazzi grows even crazier. They took a picture for a numerous of times. After the woman accepts Clark's hand people shock to see who the person is.

"Stephanie V. !?"

"Again?"

The ladies in the party made their jaw hanging open due to amazement. The men who were also outside the part keep praising Stephanie for her shocking entrance

Clark and Stephanie went inside the party but didn't expect such a tragic ending.

----Stephanie's POV----

Oh my god... I can't believe that I wore the dress that I personally made! This dress was supposed to be hidden in the world! I wasn't planning to wear this in the first place but Clark forced me to wear this. This is one of the three best dresses that I created but luckily Clark doesn't know that I have another two dresses. Now, people's attention was on me, wondering where did a fantastic dress come from.

"Oh look! It's Stephanie V. again!"

"I wonder why are they always together!"

Glaring eyes points at me filled with envy and jealousy that every woman gives me. Some other pouts at the corner. Looks like I've made an enemy again. I sigh as I'm massaging my head out of embarrassment. Clark glance at me, noticing it.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, It's just that because of my 'beloved brother' who forced me to wear the best dress that I personally made causes the people to question where did this fantastic gown come from." I made a fake smile then look away and roll my eyes.

"It's my revenge on paying you did earlier." Clark smiles proudly. Wow, he finally smiled today. It's not he doesn't smile just because he's a cold person. He smiles but not every time cause he gets annoyed easily.

"For what?" and now what hell is he talking about?

"Remember the elevator when you ask me such a ridiculous question." He raised an eyebrow.

Really! Just for that! What is he an 8-year-old boy?

"Seriously?" I made a neutral expression on him.

----Clark's POV----

After a while, people give Stephanie less attention compared earlier. The crowd started chatting with each other loudly. This is irritating... I admit that I forced her to wear the dress she personally made. Well, she gave me an embarrassment this morning so I think we're even. Well because of what I did I finally smile this morning. I rarely smile. I don't care what people think of me but just don't bother me.

I was drinking some champagne in the corner waiting for Stephanie to come back from the restroom when suddenly a ladies were walking towards me, trying to get a chance to talk to me Oh God, another troublesome. I sigh and look at the other way trying to distract myself. The ladies locks her hand to me.

"Good evening Mr. Clark I was kinda wondering if you want to dance with me after the first dance?" She looks at me with expectation but I just glare at her hand. Did she just touch me...? Doesn't she know I don't like being close to a woman, more importantly, touching them! Does she don't wanna live?

"Hey..." I said with a neutral expression when I'm basically mad.

"Yes?" The woman says warmly.

"Do you love your life?"

"Of course I do!"

"Then let go!" I threaten her with a low voice. She got really scared then let go of me then leaves in front of me. god! So disgusting! I wipe my arms trying to leave her hand marks. Where the hell is Stephanie?

------End of the POV------

Meanwhile, Stephanie headed to the restroom cause she really needs to use it. She was about to open the toilet room door after she finishes but she suddenly hears ladies chatting outside and went hesitant to leave.

"Oh god! Can't believe Stephanie is in here!" The lady said while arranging herself at the mirror.

"Yeah! She's always beside Clark! I wonder what kind of dirty tricks she used to get him."

the other lady says while applying her lipstick. The ladies keep talking about Stephanie what they don't know is that they are in the same room as Stephanie.

----Stephanie's POV----

God... Are you freaking kidding me? This is the second time today. Can people become more open-minded... This is why I hate going with Clark. Wow, they are so unbelievable. I'm gonna blame Clark for this because if his freaking crazy admirers of his. Anyway, let's face them! I open the door.

"Hey, What are you gossip people talking about? Would you mind sharing it with me?" I say while looking at them in the mirror while smirking with a crossed arm. I scared them to death causing them to jump out. The other lady fell her open lipstick to the sink. Oh shit, that's not good. Well, don't blame me for offending me.

"Ugh, Look what you made me do!" The lady who fell her lipstick started to blame me.

"Aww, What a tragic..." I laugh with my hand covering my mouth.

"Ms. V., I'm sorry we didn't mean to talk behind your back..." The other woman, instead of offending me much more, she pleads. at least she knows she's wrong...

"Please don't tell Mr. Clark." She then continues

or not. I change my mind. She just doesn't want to have a bad impression on my brother.

"Don't apologize to her, she's just alone. We're much stronger than her!" Her friend claimed

I grin about what she said.

Oh, I'm afraid you might regret saying that...