𝐄𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡. ||𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫.

6| Liar

The wheels of Ophelia's luggage made a noise so obnoxious she wanted to tear them off and carry the 30 kilograms of clothes and necessities by herself -not that she minded, she hadn't exercised in a while-. And maëlys's voice, as lovely as it was, barely managed to cover the sound, but it was distracting enough.

The airport was unsurprisingly crowded at this time of the year. The beginning of summer vacations was the ideal time for a flight outside of the country, although equally as many people yearned for the festivities of a parisian summer.

Children ran to their parents and around their belongings, many seemed eager for their holidays.

The people who didn't most likely had jobs to do, or internships to attend.

Ophelia put her luggage on the treadmill and watched it leave behind the curtains, all she had to do now was wait for her sign to get on the plane for southern France.

That was fine.

She's got on planes before, visited some places around the globe, but the last time she traveled she didn't exactly enjoy it.

Maëlys handed her her passport.

"Here, hold it tight. You can't get on the plane without it. Or come back, I'll miss you if you don't come back."

"Thank you, but I know how a passport works." Ophelia grinned.

"I bet," Maëlys huffed. "So, 5 months right?"

"Mhm, maybe a bit less. It really depends I guess," Before Maëlys could reply, Ophelia interrupted her. "Don't worry, I will come home whenever I can."

"We've never been away from each other for 5 months have we? How are you feeling?"

"Nervous."

"You'll be fine," Maëlys gently tapped her shoulder. "Just don't do anything stupid."

"When have I ever?" Ophelia returned her smile.

She stood as her grip on the passport tightened, she could hear the woman announcing her flight departing soon.

She hastily held Maëlys between her arms, knocking the air out of her lungs.

"I'll miss you," she whispered.

"There there, I'm not going anywhere," Maëlys laughed again.

Ophelia knew.

But for a reason she ignored, she didn't want to leave her behind.

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The last time Ophelia walked into a paddock was roughly a decade ago and she barely remembered it.

Though her memories were a blur she could discern some parts that remained the same since her last visit. The journalists roaming around each looking for a scoop, or the mechanics and engineers all heading to their boxes.

And then, there was the teams.

All in some flashy fits.

Blue, orange, green.

Red.

She followed her instructor through the paddock, he kept his silence; only briefly explaining some basics from time to time.

Well, that ought to be fun.

She internally sighed, ignoring her increasing heartbeat as she entered the Ferrari quarters.

She's been told that few people were selected for the internship, then split into the 10 formula 1 teams according to their wishes and ranks; but she didn't exactly expect to be put into Ferrari.