Dear Diary

SEVENTH

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Rose Ferrari

Fridays have always meant for me to we start the race weekend. However, so far I’ve always been just an attendant, no matter how many times I go to a race with Dad I realize I love my life. I never longed for anything other than to live my whole life in this world and do what I really love. I can compete against other teams. However, Ferrari’s team hasn’t created a more competitive car in a long time, and now, towards the end of the season, I can hope that Dad and his family team will be able to put a good car under the guys and thus be a Ferrari driver again.

In the present situation, however, nothing has gone according to plan. Charles' incident yesterday was completely overwhelmed me. I collapsed twice and frankly I didn’t have time to rest as my mom and dad asked. Andrea took me to the harbor where Charles was already waiting impatiently. Then the favor you asked me to start completely upsetting my life. Panic disorder. I would call my current situation a panic disorder because I have to do something I would be reluctant to do. And the worst thing is that it's a game. It will be just one role, without feelings and I can’t expect anything else. Charles will be cold with me and I shouldn’t fall in love with the boy any more. I can't break again ...

In the morning, so to speak, the Leclerc boy left no message. I went out on the track with the team car and the engineers and sincerely hoped to find Charles Leclerc as soon as possible. I didn't even know what I was going to say to Dad. What should I say? Maybe I was in love with Charles Lecler and that was my dream? Or that Dad please don't kick Charles because he's my love and we're in a relationship now? The joke is over and in this game I am exactly the object of the toy doll.
The Paddock is truly authentically decorated with Mexican elements. Everything was so funny and charming. I would have watched if the journalists hadn’t wanted to ask different questions.

-I'm sorry Mrs. Ferrari but are you pregnant? I was also at the press conference yesterday where he looked quite confused and collapsed. If your pregnancy is true please reply

-I’m already apologizing, but you shouldn’t be tossing around with such unfounded terms. And my answer is no, I am not pregnant and I do not want to be for another 5 years or so, --I have closed the topic because I have finally reached the garage in Ferrari. The butterflies woke up in my stomach.

I took a deep breath and entered the room where a lot of engineers and mechanics worked. They walked up and down and packed the supplies for the race diligently. Then I finally saw him. The boy was just trying to pull on his racing outfit with less or less success. As soon as he saw it, he took his eyes off me. I stepped aside

-Come with me right now,-- I grabbed his hand and dragged him to a small room where no one was outside of us

-What's wrong with you, Rose? --said Charles and his beautiful eyes just gleamed on me

-What's wrong? Do you know what's wrong? The trouble is, you didn’t say anything, I don’t know what to say to my dad and I don’t know how we should do all this. I don’t want to fall in front of anyone and I don’t want anyone to know about our little plan. I want it to last no longer than 3 months and if I say no then no.

-I totally understand why you are upset, --Charles said

-I'm not upset at all

-But you are completely mad at me for what I understand and can accept. Just leave things to me and we'll meet today in the afternoon, and I even have a better idea. What if you were present all day like my girlfriend and not like the Ferrari girl? --Charles looked into his eyes and stepped closer to me. Our nose almost touched and I felt his breath even better, I felt his heart start beating faster and when he put his hand on my face I suddenly stepped back

-Charles, this is not going to work for me. You're too fast. I need more time so I have enough time to grab your hand and hug you. , --Well the only problem with that sentence was that I had never hugged this boy before. And I was afraid of that. But I didn't have time for it either, as someone knocked on the door. One of the engineers walked in the door and Charles hugged me. The boy’s body was in intense contact with mine and I didn’t even have time to comprehend what was going on, everything was so perfect. The engineer said nothing, just took the documents and went out. Then Charles and I looked into each other's eyes and laughed.

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That day, Friday, I really started to feel different. I didn’t look at myself from here as the daughter of a rich father, but as a lucky girl who met a lucky boy in a good place at the right time. I sat smiling in the garage on Box Street and heard everything with a headset on my head. Nothing really changed around me, everything was like except I didn’t sit in the office and analyze the race or the free practices with Dad and his collegues, I just watched Charles try not to smash the red 16 car. And he succeeded, and even became the first in free practice. I was really proud of him for seemingly starting to gather himself. When the second free practice was over, I jumped on the boy's neck

-I see I’m starting to make a good impression on you,-- I said and smiled like a strawberry, but maybe I was as red as a strawberry. The boy's hands held my waist tightly, but the boy then let go and pressed a small kiss to my face, then whispered in my ear: Thank you Rose!

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