He's Max Verstappen, F1 WDC, and you're Chiara Pirelli. You've known Max since before he was an F1 driver and you were always meant to be - but you were faced with an impossible decision. Do you pick his future or your relationship?
We get on Max's private jet to go to Monaco. Monaco's always been a second home to me. I actually used to live with Max when we were both 18. From what I've heard now, however, is that he has one of the most expensive and biggest penthouses available in Monte Carlo. Things have really changed for him. I'm so proud of him.
I try to snap a picture of him when he's not looking. I just want to cherish this moment and just pause before we have to deal with the realities of our relationship. Is it even a relationship?
Oh no he's smiling. He saw me taking a picture didn't he?
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"Chiara...did you just take a picture of me?"
"No...why would you say something like that." I saw while giggling.
"Oh really? Let me see then." and he grabs my phone and his face drops.
His voice starts breaking as he asks me "Chiara, what is this?"
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"You told me that nothing was happening between you guys. Whenever I said anything, you immediately dismissed it and made me seem like the asshole. But then what the fuck is this Chiara?" he asks me. Oh god, he's really upset.
"I can explain Max."
"How? How can you explain this? I fucking knew it! A Pirelli and a Ferrari driver - match made in heaven. Your dad must finally be so happy. You picked Formula One and Ferrari's Golden Boy over me."
Shit...I'm in trouble.
"Max....it's not exactly like that."
"Okay, so please tell me what it's like. There's still an hour left before we reach Monaco and I can't ask you to leave right now. So please enlighten me and explain how I got played by you once again."
"Charles and I were never really together. And yes, my dad wanted us to get together - and he has mentioned it to me a gazillion times - but I was never really interested. This photo is from a party my dad threw a few weeks back and he invited Carlos and Charles and like a lot of people from FIA as well."
"It still doesn't explain why you guys look like you're a couple and you're literally kissing his cheek and his hand is on your waist." he says
"Um okay so...that weekend was rough for both Charles and I. Charlotte and him had just broken up and we had our whole fight in Bahrain. We both were drunk and we hooked up....it was just a hook up - nothing else. We both regretted it instantly and we knew it didn't mean anything. Charles was still in love with Charlotte and well I was still in love with you. We both recognised that we were just using each other and it was just a mistake and we're just friends. I'm sorry, Max. It was just a mistake, nothing else."
I'm hating this so much. I can see how much this is hurting him. Why am I always just hurting him?
"I told you - both of you would look good together." he says and he turns around.
MAX
Fucking Charles Leclerc.
Just wow.
I have no words right now. Out of all the people in the world, she hooks up with my championship rival, who coincidentally her dad loves. The golden boy of F1.
"Max, please just say something."
"What do you want me to say Chiara? You just keep playing with my heart. I don't think I can take this for much longer. After last night, the least you could've done was been honest with me - but you just love playing your little games. Were you ever going to tell me?"
"I would have told you. But I didn't want to fight again. It wasn't even a big deal. It was just a mistake. You're the one I love."
"Ya, you really showed me that." I say sarcastically.
"Max, what happened with Charles really was a mistake. I'm actually helping him get back with Charlotte. And I really do love you with all my heart....I was going to show you this later but I guess now is as good as a time as ever."
She comes closer to me and hands me her bracelet - the one that she's always wearing. She tells me to look at it closely. I'm so confused, it just looks like a normal leather bracelet.
"Is this some sort of joke? I'm really getting sick of this, Chiara."
"Tranquillo, tranquillo, mi amore. Look through the middle. Put your eye to the hole there."
I skeptically listen to her.
And then I see it.
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"It's a picture of you as a baby with Uncle Schumi. I needed you to be with me everywhere you go and this picture was also a reminder that I made the right decision. To show me that you were made for Formula One. Also, Uncle Schumi being there is just another source of strength for me. He was like a second dad to me and I know he would've told me that both my father and I were being stupid. He always told me that me and you are going to end up together."
I'm speechless once again. How does this girl always leave me at a loss for words?
"Please forgive me, mi amore. Please? I love you and I'm really sorry for not telling you." she says.
I hug her and say "I love you. I need some time to process this but I love you."
