...I took a step back and looked up from the chest I had a walked into. "You know you could have just walked aside, Max." I growled.
He smirked, "Yeah, and wheres the fun in that?"
I rolled my eyes and continued my walk to the bathroom. The old me would have dignified him with a sarcastic remark, however this was meant to be an evening of celebrating and not even the presence of Max Verstappen was going to change the mood.
Clearly Max was not going to be my biggest fan I thought as I pulled the bathroom door out. I walked over to the mirror and placed my silver sequin clutch on the side. I took out my favourite Pat McGrath peach toned lipgloss and lacquered it across my lips. My makeup was compromised of dewy skin with a golden highlight on my cheeks, and a subtle smokey eye with my favourite winged liner. I always put a shimmery lilac on the inner corner of my eye and usually wore lipgloss over lipstick.
I double tapped the photo and left a comment, before listening to some of the voicemails from my family and friends that I hadn't yet gotten around to the listening to yet. I had facetimed my parents and brother as soon as I had gotten off of the podium. I couldn't wait until Silverstone until they could come and watch.
Messages of praise and congratulations came flooded in through my social media channels and I would make sure that I was comment and like as many as I possibly could. I wasn't the first girl in F1, but I was the first to stand on the podium and my goal was to stand on the top step this season.
I placed my lipgloss and phone back into my clutch and made my way back to the bar to begin a night of celebrating.
The group had gotten bigger now, and the bar tender informed me that they had moved into the private room on the side.
"So George, be honest, with a performance like that surely there are no team orders at Mercedes this year?" Lando poked before realising I had walked through the door, I glared at him and he began to stutter, "I-I-I, er, compliment Scarlet?" He told me
