The daughter of Toto Wolff is no stranger to the track, but when tragedy strikes and dreams are forbidden what happens when she comes across her dream guy.
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Liked by 147,892,932 people TMZ: Model and daughter of billionaire Toto Wolff seen out tonight in Melbourne, is she celebrating an alleged deal with Chanel or drinking away the losses of Mercedes today?
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username09: the fact she is out with like all the drivers just living our dreams.
elenaberri: hot stuff
random7383: she looks so happy at the track ________________________________
"I don't know, it was going fine but the car just didn't have enough in it today." George mumbled drunkly at me, the man had been drinking since he left the track at five o clock.
"Cheer up! I came in P11! 11 how shit is that." Pierre chuckled also a little pissed, his girlfriend Kika just rolled her eyes at him as she grabbed a shot.
Isa held me close enough to shout in my ear "Let's dance!" She was the girlfriend of Ferrari driver Carlos Sainz.
I smiled standing up and placing my drink under Carmens watch, she was definitely the most responsible woman here.
We entered the mess of sweaty bodies, people swaying along to the beat of the music, drinks spilling everywhere and the strong smelling vape air surrounding us, gross.
It wasn't long before we went back to our table, where even more drivers had turned up. I thought Carmen meant a nice girls night at the club but no the whole grid was invited.
"I'm going to the bar." I announced, Kika held up her thumbs signifying she knew where I was going.
As I stumbled across my heels starting to kill I immediately ordered, "Hiya can I have a strawberry daiquiri please, actually make that two."
The bar tender nodded before getting the card machine out for me, "I got it." A hand came down between mine holding the card and the machine as my daiquiris were paid for by someone else.
"Oh no you didn't have to do that." I looked up to see who the mystery hand belonged too and it was none other than mr Charles Leclerc.
"You said you were a nobody, doesn't look like it." He commented as his eyes trailed down my peachy orange dress.
"That supposed to be a pick-up line?" I quipped once again, reminding myself of the little conversation earlier.
He threw his head back in laughter, "Let me carry those for you." He picked up the daiquiris and placed his phone into his pocket.
"How chivalrous of you." I told him.
He shrugged leaning down a little to my ear as the music was blasting "Least I could do, your advice saved me a ton today, Lewis would have definitely overtaken me."
"Well I can't have all the credit for that, you got their in the first place." I stated, "But I will take the credit now considering I will have forgotten this whole conversation tomorrow."
"How long have you been here?" He asked as he clearly noticed I wasn't exactly sober and the fact he was extremely sober.
"Two hours ish, keen to go home now." I shrugged but he shook his head "Can't go home yet, I just got here."
"So where's your table tonight?" He asked looking around the room to see where I might've been.
I laughed a little, pointing towards my table the one surrounded by formula one drivers and their girlfriends, he laughed assuming I was joking until I walked up and began talking to Isa.
He placed the drinks in front of me, and began greeting the boys, "So I saw you talking to Charles over there... he is single you know." Isa suggested, she would know considering her boyfriend is his teammate.
"Interesting." I told her as I sipped away on my drink, gaining the confidence to actually go and talk to people in the club as per usual.
As Isa popped to the toilet her seat was quickly replaced by Charles "Downed them quick didn't you nobody?" He taunted as he realised my glasses were empty.
"That I did." I confirmed.
"So...are you going to tell me your name or am I going to have to make a fool of myself trying to guess?" He asked comfortably.
I laughed a little, "It begins with an E..." I teased as he rolled his eyes and placed his beer down.
"A hint?" He asked as he tried to figure out who I was, it was kind of refreshing to not have someone see you as a product of a billionaire.
"Little miss sexy Wolff look at you!" Kika exclaimed pointing at me as she stood on the table drunkly, I cringed as I heard the Wolff part.
Charles' mouth gaped "Evelyn Wolff, fuck how didn't I realise that?"
"You tell me." I shrugged as I grabbed his beer from the table and sipped on it myself, he watched in astonishment.
He chuckled lightly "You know your stuff Evelyn, your dad must've taught you well."
"Everyone at Mercedes just has superior knowledge." I retorted as I played with my bracelet, it suddenly irritating me.
Charles second guessed that, "Not like that, that's not something just anyone picks up on are you constantly surrounded by formula one or something?"
I nodded "I mean take a guess, Susie and Toto are practically the couple of formula one, I love the racing though so I'm pretty happy to be surrounded by it."
"Ever thought about being a team principle like your dad? I mean he will probably pass it down to you in the future." He shrugged thinking about it.
"I'd rather race than be a team principle, why do you want to be in Mercedes in the future?" I confessed as I held his cold beer in my hands, the sensation feeling nice on my skin as the air grew warmer.
"I'm loyal to Ferrari, you think you'd rather drive? Really?" He asked.
"I know, my dad is constantly stressing, being the driver is so calming." I replied instantly.
"You've raced before then have you? I wouldn't call it calming at that pace." He wondered grabbing his beer from my hands and swallowing the rest of it before I could.
I nodded as quickly, the alcohol was hitting me finally "A bunch of times, I bet I'd whoop your ass."
He laughed a little at my sudden burst of confidence "Confident on that huh?"
"Mhm coached by the best since birth, I think I'm a force to be reckoned with." I challenged he rolled his eyes in a joking manner.
"We'll see about that." He pitied, looking as if I'm just an over confident drunk girl who actually has no clue what she's chatting about.
