~P1 baby!~

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"And Y/n Dekker wins the Bahrain Grand Prix from P7. It is P1 for the Dutch Red Bull rookie. This rookie, no let me rephrase this, this woman has not only passed six cars and shown amazing driving skills, she has also made history by becoming the second person to ever win her first grand prix on her debut and also the first woman to ever do so! Well, congratulations are in order to both Y/n and Red Bull!" Crofty pretty much screamed this into the microphone from the top of his lungs.

Y/n's POV:

"That is P1. Well done, Y/n!" my engineer exclaimed.

"Woah! P1 baby!"

I did it! I won a grand prix! No, wait! I won the grand prix on my F1 debut! Oh my God, I can't believe it.

"Bravo Y/n! I thought bringing you back was a good idea but with this racing you proved it was the best idea ever. Congratulations! Enjoy it, you deserve it!" I heard Christian talk to me on the radio.

"Thanks Christian and thanks to the whole team. This wouldn't have been possible without every single one of you guys so this isn't just my win, it's our win."

Charles' POV:

As I was getting out of my car to get to the cooldown room, I saw Y/n hugging her team and for some reason I was proud of her. The first woman to win a F1 race on her debut is a hell of an accomplishment so of course I felt that way but I still am not pleased with the fact it was not me who won.

I decided not to go over to Y/n to congratulate her so I went directly to the scale and after my post-race interview I went straight to the cooldown room. I just couldn't stand to see her win and not me. The next race is in two weeks and I have to beat Y/n so that she fails to fulfil her duty - beating me.

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Liked by pierregasly, maxverstappen1, landonorris, f1 and others

y/n.dek I guess you can call it a COMEBACK! 🍾🏆
And also, we're making history baby!!!!!


User1 Liked by Pierre Gasly 😂

redbullracing Proud to have you as our driver 🔛🔝
>>>>y/n.dek Proud to be a part of the team 💙

f1 Superb drive 👏
>>>>y/n.dek Thanks @f1

User2 Charles hasn't liked the photo 👀
>>>>User3 Oh my God. They broke up ages ago. Leave
her alone

francisca.cgomes Loved meeting you. We have to hang
out again 🫶🩷
>>>>y/n.dek Definitely ❤️💛

User4 Charles should've won

lilymhe It was great talking to you. I've heard so much
about you and it was a pleasure to put a face
to the name. Congrats! 💕
>>>>y/n.dek Thank you so much! 🫶 I hope I'll see you
at the next race ❤️💛

User5 Not her using the Ferrari colored hearts in her
replies 🤨

I was just looking at my post and I saw that some people still make comments about my relationship with Charles. Thank God they don't know that we were supposed to get married! If they knew, the things they'd write... they would send me down a spiral.

"Ah, Y/n! I've been looking for you!" I hear Max's voice as he enters the pit garage.

Oh, I forgot to tell you that I always come back to the pit wall after the podium celebration. It's peaceful and quiet here because everyone's already left to go celebrate somewhere. Not me though. I hate celebrating. To be more precise, I hate celebrating big because it usually involves a party and drinks which are not good friends of mine, so to speak.

"Hi Max! P5 ain't that bad now, is it?" I respond to my old friend and my now teammate.

"Eh, could've done better but never mind. I've been looking for you to tell you that we have to stay in Bahrain for two more days and then we can leave for Jeddah."

"What? I thought we were leaving in the morning? Why do we have to stay?"

"Gala."

"What gala, Max?"

"You'll see. Tommorrow night, at seven. Be ready. I'll pick you up at the hotel." and he started walking toward the exit of the pit lane.

"Max! Come back here you idiot! What gala?! What should I wear?!" I started yelling. I walked to the exit of the garage while Max had already walked all the way to the pit lane exit. He was barely visible.

"Something nice!" he yelled back.

Typical Max. In all the years I've known him, I don't think he has ever given me a concrete and precise answer and I still tolerate him. All jokes aside, Max has been a good friend from day one. I know he has his flaws but so do I and so does everybody. Also, who am I to judge?!

Anyway, even though I don't know shit about the gala that I am supposed to be attending, I still need to get ready for it which means having to go buy a dress because I didn't bring any. I hate shopping alone. Back in the day I used to do that with Pierre but I think that'll be awkward now considering I am no longer with his best friend so I have to pick out a dress all by myself. That should be interesting.

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