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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I am very indecisive and I always have a hard time picking my favourite anythings. But I know for sure that Charles is my favourite.
I jerked my head away from him "No no, I'll do it," I say as he shakes his head and tries to take the measuring cup from me but I refuse to let go, flour poufs out of the cup and into the air dusting us both.
He starts cracking up as I let out an outraged shriek "Charles!" He was laughing too hard to speak as I crossed my arms "I'd better still have enough flour."
"You look like a grandma." He says still laughing as the flour coats my dark hair giving the illusion of grey strands "Well you look like a grandpa," I countered dumping the flour into a mixing bowl "Oh my god the kitchen."
We'd made an absolute mess of his kitchen within minutes, maybe it was stupid to suggest baking a cake together as we were, "Shit my phones ringing." I laughed as it was covered in flour and batter.
I grabbed it from the counter and pulled the phone to my ear, careful to leave the room as I recognised my assistants voice down the phone, my assistant constantly changed as many quit on me or had been fired by my dad so I no longer bothered with names.
"Evelyn, we have a slight problem to make you aware of." Her voice sounded serious, my shoulders immediately tensing.
"Okay..hi to you too."
She muttered "There's no time for joking Evelyn, this guy called the team earlier claiming he has indecent photos of you that he's going to release to the public..."
Baffled I asked "What the hell? Who is this guy?"
She replied "He didn't tell us his name, uh he wants twenty million from you and he won't release them to the press. We only have his number and um the photos."
I sighed "Fuck, how bad are they?"
I heard other voices in the background, my team had all definitely seen them by now "They aren't bad at all really, you just seem to look a lot younger and I don't think your dad would like this at all."
Then suddenly it clicked, "I know what the photos are, I know now Harold sent them in didn't he? Fucker."
"Your ex boyfriend? We don't know but we wanted your opinion on this situation, we will send them to you now and you can think about it, he wants to release them coincidentally the same day as the Chanel walk." She explained.
I gulped "Okay send them over."
The phone hung up.
I blink rapidly to try to stop the flow of tears, I refuse to cry. I refuse to. "Evelyn?"
