𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 , cl16

𝐯 ── everything changes (nothing changes)

Nice Côte d'Azur Airport
8 February 2021

NOA DOESN'T SEE Charles for another two weeks. She doesn't hear from him either, not including his brief message confirming her flight's arrival time. He's giving her space, just as promised, and she finds herself grateful for that. The time in between their meeting at the café and the looming date of her temporary move to Monaco is for setting the record straight. When Noa breaks the news to her parents, they immediately assume the best of the situation – they've patched things up, got over themselves and finally rekindled their friendship. She flushes bright red when she has to cut off her mother's delighted cheers, and her heart aches to see the grin on her face fall. We're not friends, she tells them firmly, despite the pain it causes her. Noa is doing this for her career, not for some distant, nostalgic memory of the boy she'd once thought the world of. No. It's her turn to be selfish for once.

Flávia is understandably upset. Just as Pascale considers Noa to be like her daughter, she has always viewed Charles as a second son. Even though she tries to deny it on several occasions over the weeks before Noa's flight to Monaco, she isn't stupid. The first few months after she and Charles stopped speaking to each other, Flávia had been fairly vocal about what she thought of the whole situation. She understood the hurt that they were both feeling, but as far as she was concerned, they still needed each other. Her greatest fear was that they would both continue to grow into the cut-throat world of racing without the person they trusted most at their side. As someone who experienced how difficult it could be in the top categories, even as only a family member of one of the racers, Flávia worries for them. She had Gabriel to lean on after Ayrton's death – her best friend and the love of her life. Noa and Charles, as long as they're apart, don't have that.

Speaking of her father, he seems to understand her reasoning a little more. Gabriel Borges is ambitious if nothing else. He fought tooth and nail to win his championships and solidify his place in the Formula 1 hall of fame. It's a trait he's passed on to his daughter. Sponsorships like this are important now, with racing becoming more and more lucrative and commercialised with each passing season. In order to succeed, a driver needs the backing of some of the most influential brands in the world. For a rookie, it simply doesn't get bigger than Chanel. Both Noa and Gabriel know that this is an opportunity she can't pass up, no matter how difficult it may be for her with Charles there. They need to make it work.

He may not necessarily agree with her 'keep him at arm's length' approach, but if that's what she thinks is going to work for her, then Gabriel will support her through it.

With Luiz and Eloísa settling into their apartment in Italy, it's only her parents who wave her goodbye at the airport. Noa has never been a fan of flying. The seats are too cramped and the people too noisy – she can never find a position comfortable enough to fall asleep. Sometimes it can be peaceful simply watching the world pass by beneath her from the window, but eventually, miles upon miles of ocean gets a little boring. So Noa spends the first thirteen hours of her flight wide awake, silently begging the couple in front of her to do something about their screaming baby. Stopping off at Heathrow for the change over feels like a slice of heaven. Just to be able to get up and stretch her legs for a little while is pure bliss. But within an hour she's back on a different plane, looking down over the English Channel, over Normandy and eventually, the south of France. The nerves begin to set in then. There's no going back once this plane lands – she'll be stuck in Monaco with the person she most wants to avoid in the world for the next three weeks. Granted, she'll have her second family there with her too, but Noa doubts she'll be able to shake the awkward feeling even when they're around.

Jetlag's a bitch, is all she can think when she steps off the plane and into the harsh winter sunlight. It makes her skull ache, beating down on her, yet offering little to no warmth – typical Europe. If only it was summer here like back home. She's grown accustomed to heat in the high twenties and sleeping with all the windows open. Checking the weather app on her phone, she sees that right now the temperature is barely breaking ten degrees. Lovely. On top of that, Noa hasn't slept for practically an entire day. She can already imagine the headlines if she gets photographed – Gabriel Borges' daughter spotted wandering airport sleep-deprived and wearing no makeup! The press would have a field day with that one.