•Chapter 9•

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°We've been doin' all this late night talkin'
'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin'
Now you're in my life
I can't get you off my mind°

As soon as they entered the room, they both threw their bags on the floor and sat on the sofa. Charles was holding Diana in his arms, and he kissed her forehead when she rested her head on his shoulder.

"That was a bit tiring," she said.

"I do this all the time. That time zone thing is very annoying, and the jet lag triggers me so much. I hope that we'll manage to actually sleep those days."

"Hope so too." She said. "So what are your plans? You probably have a schedule organized by your team, " she asked.

"Actually, yes. We have a meeting at 5 pm. That's in about four hours. I'm afraid that you can not come with me there, but that's all for today. Tomorrow's the press conference and I want you with me there. It's the best way to meet the rest of the grid and explore the paddock. And then on Friday, we have two free practice sessions. We just do some tests on the track so there are no points involved, but they are very important. On Saturday, we have another free practice and then the qualifying which fixes the starting positions for the Sunday's race. After the race, we have some press conferences again. That's how it usually works. There are always meetings that are not planned, but we can't predict those." Charles explained.

Diana was very focused on what he was saying, but she couldn't help but admire his dimples.

"Okay, so for now, I am free," she said.

"Well, you are free from coming with me to the paddock, but who told you that you can get rid of me that easily? We have four hours till the meeting, you know." He complained.

"Yes, and you better take a nap because we are both pretty tired. Now, go to sleep, and I'll wake you up when it's time for you to get ready, " she said and kissed him cutely.

"And what are you going to do, ma chérie?"

"I'll just take care of our bags and our stuff." She said.

"So you want me to sleep while you do all the work? No, that is not going to happen, " He said in a serious tone.

"Charles, you are here for work. You have to get some rest and eat something too. I doubt you even had breakfast this morning. I'll make something as well."

"And you Diana are here to support me not to be my maid nor my mother."

"There are different kinds of support you know. Besides, I want to do all that. I do not have to, but I want to."

"Shit, you are good at this." He replied.

"Law school had its positives." She said and winked. "Does this mean I won?"

"Just the battle! Not the war!" He said and laughed.

Diana crawled towards Charles in order to lay on top of him. He wrapped his hands around her and kissed her forehead.

"That was our first fight," she said and laughed.

"It wasn't serious, though!" He said. "I mean, I hope this is the most serious reason for us to fight. There are many other things that are more important, so if we agree on those, then there won't be any problem, right?" He added.

"You are absolutely right," Diana said.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before Diana spoke again.

"I hope you are not thinking that I forgot about what you have to do." She said and got up. "It's gonna be a long day for you, so get up and go take a nap." She ordered.

Charles stood up and wrapped his hand around her neck softly.

"Fine, but you are going to pay for this, " He said and kissed her.

Minutes later, he was already sleeping peacfully on the bed. Judging from this, Diana was right on this one.

She started unpacking the suitcases and organized everything. Thankfully, the wardrobe was a little room next to the bathroom, so she didn't have to worry about waking Charles up.

While unpacking Charles's suitcase, she found a little box in the suitcases' pocket. It was clearly from a jewelry store since the store's name was written on it. She couldn't resist, so she opened the box. When she did so she saw a very beautiful necklace. The chain was thin and made out of gold. It had a pretty little gem that looked like an emerald because of its color. She closed the box and put it back so Charles wouldn't know that she had found it.

When she finished with their stuff, she went to the kitchen, and after a bit of research in the cabinets and the fridge, she started making some pasta with tomato sauce.

She was still thinking about the necklace. She was almost sure that he had bought it for her. But why? And when was he going to give it to her? That's when she decided to call her brother.

"Hello sissy! How's it going?"

"I'm very good, Remy! I'm in Italy right now, actually."

"In Italy? Why?"

"Oh, Charles and I came for the grand prix."

"You are a driver's plus one for the Italian grand prix?!" He shouted in excitement.

"Yes. Well, it was a matter of time. You know me and Charles are official."

"Are you serious now?" He said in shock.

"Yes, I am. Tomorrow there is a press conference and I'll be there so that's where we are going to announce it. By doing so, we will avoid the rumors and stuff." She said.

"I still can not believe it. But I'm very happy for you."

"Thank you, Remy. I have a question, though. So I was unpacking our suitcases while he was sleeping and I found a jewelry box which contained a beautiful and probably very expensive necklace"

"Oh my God.. " He said.

"What do you think of this?"

"What would I think? He is totally into you! I'm so proud of you, Diana. I am for real. He seems like he is actually interested in you." He said, and Diana smiled.

"Thanks, Remy. Now tell me about that girl you mentioned some days ago!"

"Oh, we have a date tomorrow! We've been texting for a while, and I really like her, but I want to meet her first so that I'll be able to judge in a more accurate way." He said.

"I agree, Remy. That's the best thing to do. I have to go now cause I don't want to ruin the food. I love you!

"Love you too, Diana!" He said, and the call ended.

Diana served the food and went to the bedroom to wake up Charles since it was already 3:30 pm.

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