Dirty Air (Lando Norris)

Chapter 2: Selene

ONE YEAR AGO
Athens, Greece

From the outside, my life looked perfect.

P-E-R-F-E-C-T.

I was the perfect daughter and the tabloids always pitted me against my sister, Victoria, who left the glitz and glamour and half of the 13 billion dollar empire, for love. She's always been the emotional and emphatic one. I, on the other hand, am a cold hearted bitch. I learned through the years to just numb myself and not feel attached to my emotions. It's easier that way.

It's easy to put on a show.  What they don't know is that I live a double life. The perfect heiress on one side and the carefree wild child on the other. Only a few people in my innermost circle know that the moment I take off my tweed suits, I put on my leather pants and go out to have some fun.

In case you're wondering how I escape my security? I don't.  Dimitri, my head of security, was more of a father to me than my real father ever was. I grew up spending more time with him, learning how to ride bicycles, drink beer, and what have you. He and his deputy, Annie, were the only ones who knew about my secret life. They've kept my secret for 10 years and I've also kept theirs. They knew they will lose their jobs once my father finds out about our secrets, so we try to stay out of trouble.

***

Two years after Victoria came back, she was once again at the center of everyone's attention. My father finally came into terms that Victoria will always follow her heart. As for me? I am once again back to being the spare. I am fine with that. Being out of Stavros Latsis' spotlight meant that I get to spend more time doing things I love.

The pinnacle of putting on the perfect daughter/sister act was the day before my sister's wedding. Victoria was marrying Formula 1 driver, Carlos Sainz.  I was her maid of honor, while her bestfriend, Anita, was matron of honor.  Victoria and Carlos had a compromise with my father, they had a simple and intimate wedding in Spain and a grandoise one in Greece. 

As maid of honor, I made sure the welcome dinner at our family home in Athens was a success. Everything was going well except Carlos' best mate, the cheeky Lando Norris, won't get off my back. It was obvious he was smitten by me. While I do find him attractive, he doesn't fit my perfect image. I laugh at the thought of my father finding out both his daughters are with racing drivers.

Lando was confident. He has a sense of humor. I have no idea how good a driver he is, since I don't follow Formula 1 but from what I heard from Carlos, he is good. He just doesn't have the right car. Whatever that means.

***

I managed to ignore him majority of the time he was trying to start a conversation.

Boy, was he persistent. He asked me about our plans for the wedding and what comes after. We have to prepare our respective speeches. I felt like it's not necessary so I shut his question down. I hate it but I had to he mean and rude to Lando.

So when he asked me "Okay. When do we talk about the wedding then?"

"There's nothing to talk about. You do your thing for Carlos and I'll do mine for Victoria" I clapped back.

"Okay. If you say so." He stood up raising his hands in surrender. He looked cute with his curly hair all out of control due to the multiple times he pulled it out of frustration.

"Would you mind telling me where is the toilet?"

I looked at him pretending to be annoyed and said "Second floor 3rd room to the left".

Of course there were multiple washrooms in the first floor but I sent him to the farthest one in the second floor.  I thought that would get him off my back for a while because it's taking a whole lot of will power to convince myself that there's no attraction between Lando and I.