In Love With Formula 1

Part 58

I was looking for a new house, if I was to be a big part of the Mclaren team I needed to be in England, Prema said that it was fine because I could use Mclarens facilities and make essential trips to the factory when needed.

I found this really quaint bungalow, it was blue and white with a massive conservatory along the front which looked over to the sea. Inside the kitchen had a wooden ceiling and had brightly painted cupboard doors and the living room was attached to it. There was a ladder that went in to the loft which had the main bedroom in, it didn't have much head room but I didn't mind that much, the garden was also really big and was south facing, meaning I would get loads of sun.

I called Lando to see if he could go and view it for me before I organised I flight over to coincide with spending some time at MTC.

"Lando, would you be able to do me a favour?"

"Depends what it is"

"Could you view a house for me"

"Where is it?"

"Near St Ives"

"Okay, why?"

"If i'm going to be working closely with Mclaren I need to be closer"

"Are you doing more session with the F3 cars?"

Shit, I hadn't told him about my seat for next season, I neede dto come up with something that was believable

"Yeh hopefully but if I can get more practice in with my main sponsor it will hopefully help my chances"

"Okay, when do you want me to see it, i'm free tomorrow and Saturday"

"Is tomorrow alright?"

"Yeh, just send me the address and things"

"Okay, I called the estate agents and booked an appointment for 1pm earlier"

"Okay, do you want me to send photos and things"

"Yes please, also tell me what you think, I don't think you'll like it to be honest"

"Why would that be?"

"You'll find out tomorrow"

I put the phone down and continued to look at floor plans and dimensions of the bungalow when my phone rang from an unknown caller

"Hello" I said 

"Hi Izzie it's Toto, I just wanted to go over the contract we agreed on for next season in F3"

"Yeh okay sounds good"

"I have spoken to Helmut at Redbull and we have decided that you will most likely need to relocate to England where our factories and things are"

"I am looking at a house in Cornwall at the moment, I have someone going to view it for me tomorrow"

"Great, we would also like to see you soon, does Saturday work, we can book tickets and things"

"Yeh okay sounds good, do I need to bring anything or just my pretty little self"

"Just bring yourself, you have spent far too much time with Daniel"

"I am impressionable i'm only 19"

"Yeh definitely"

"I'm joking, I can be there for Saturday morning?"

"Sounds good I will meet you out the front"

"Thanks Toto"

I sighed and tucked my hair behind my ears, I didn't know how I was going to keep this quiet for much longer, I know it needs to come out soon but I wasn't ready for the attention yet, especially with the alcoholic thing going on.

I couldn't get 10 minutes to myself, my boss at Prema was now ringing me

"Hello"

"Those articles, are they true?"

"Of course they aren't, I was at a party and enjoying myself, no one saw Lando being attacked by the media and he was worse than me"

"You are in a very fragile place at the moment, people might start assuming things"

"They already are, I can promise you I am not relapsing, you know I stopped drinking and smoking last year"

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure, you need to tell Mercedes and Redbull though that you aren't an alcoholic"

"Okay, I am going to Mercedes on Saturday for something"

"Okay, let us know how you get on"

"Will do"

I put my phone down and decided to put it on do not disturb, I wanted some peace instead of being hassled by different people.

I spent the rest of the day on my balcony in the sun. After a few hours I went inside and made some dinner from the fish fingers that were frozen in the freezer. I walked with my plate of food to my room and I sat on my bed facing my wardrobe with all my clothes in. 

I pulled out a dress I forgot I owned, the one I bought on impulse a few years ago, the emerald green still looked amazing and the light green lace was still delicate looking. The corset style top was beautiful in every way possible, the green colour and the gradient with the lace was perfect.

I put the dress on a looked in the mirror in the corner next to my wardrobe, the dress fit me perfectly, it made me look like I had wider hips and it made me look elegant for a change.

I put some makeup on to compliment the dress, light nude colours with glowy skin and I found a pair of black heels that you could just about see under the dress, I brushed my hair and looked at myself again.

I looked like a princess, all I needed was the tiara and throne. I took a few pictures and then walked around my apartment like I was royalty.

I was thinking about going in to the city centre in the dress, I looked good, and I wanted people to see the dress.

"Fuck it" I said as I grabbed my car keys and phone as I walked out of my apartment. 

I got in to my Nissan sunny and drove in to the city, I parked down a small road and got out and started walking towards the harbour, people were staring at me and pointing but I didn't care that much, what were they going to say? 'She's wearing a fancy dress'. It didn't really faze me.

I kept walking all around the harbour and I was near the casino now where everyone was dressed in fancy clothes.

"Excusez-moi, pourrais-je prendre quelques photos de vous ?" (excuse me, would I be able to take some photos of you?)

"Bien sûr" (of course)

"Merci merci"

This woman took loads of photos of me infront of the casino, I think she thought I was someone important. I didn't mind, it was nice being a normal person.

"Je suis photographe pour Vogue au fait." (I am a photographer for Vogue by the way)

"quoi!" (what) I didn't expect this, why was she taking photos of me if she worked for Vogue

"pourquoi prenez-vous des photos de moi, je ne suis pas un modèle" (why are you taking photos of me, i am no model) I added in complete shock

"vous êtes très jolie et votre robe est magnifique" (you are very pretty and your dress is stunning) 

"Merci" I said back as she took more photos

"I am uploading these to the Instagram page now, can I tag you?" She said in English

"Yes of course, my username is izziebewdley" I had a rebrand and took the 09 off the end, I wanted it to just be Izzie but someone else already had it.

"All done, thank you for your time"

"No problem" That was the weirdest interaction of my life, I was on Vogue?? What the fuck.

I made my way back to my car and sat in there looking at all the photos she sent me as well as the one she posted, it wasn't edited, I was grateful for this, I hated when people edited my photos to make me look different.