Pierre is sipping a coffee, next to Charles. They're waiting for Arthur and you to land and then they would pick you up to go to the Australian GP. Pierre haven't seen you since you were 13 and you went in a private school in Singapor. Charles is taking pictures with some fans and sometimes signing autographs. You finally arrive, next to Arthur, your brother, in the airplane hall. Pierre whistles. "Well Charles ... You never told me that your sister became that hot." Pierre smiled. And it's true. You are like a Chanel model. Nice curves, long dark hair, green eyes and glasses. Men are checking you out. "Pierre. You're my bestfriend but I will kick your ass if you flirt with my twin sister." Charles says. Charles wawe for you and Arthur to come. "That's a risk I'm willing to take" Pierre smirked.