everything has changed ➺ charles leclerc

ten - angeli

— angeli

THE MUSIC BLARES THROUGH the speakers of the secluded club that Ferrari had reserved for post-race celebrations. The pulsating music reverberates through the air as I step into the dimly lit club, feeling the vibrant energy engulfing me. The atmosphere is electric, with colorful lights dancing across the room and bodies moving to the rhythm. The club is packed, filled with people letting loose and surrendering to the intoxicating beat of the music.

Lily, Alex, and I navigate our way through the crowd, our laughter and excited chatter drowned out by the booming bass. The air is thick with anticipation, as if every person in the room holds onto a moment of euphoria, ready to let it explode.

As we find a spot near the center of the dance floor, I can't help but get swept up in the contagious energy. The thumping bass resonates through my body, igniting a surge of adrenaline within me. It feels liberating, a stark contrast to the controlled environment of the race track.

I look around, taking in the scene before me. The club is a kaleidoscope of vibrant personalities and styles. Groups of friends huddle together, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Dancers spin and sway, their bodies moving in sync with the music. Bartenders expertly mix cocktails, their hands a blur of motion.

"I think I see Mick and the rest of our friends!" I practically yell over the music. I spot Mick sitting with Lando, Carlos, Isa, George, and Charles. "Where?" Alex asks loudly, looking around. I grab their arms and lead them toward the V.I.P. area where our friends seem to be engaged in quite the drinking game.

"Angelica! You look hot." Mick slurs, standing up and giving me a twirl. I'm wearing a two-piece set that reveals a lot and leaves little to the imagination, with a silver sequined bra top and a short silver sequined skirt that ends just below my ass. To combat the cold Montreal air outside the club, I've brought Mick's large jean jacket. Completing the look, I've opted for a pair of golden stilettos, making me much taller than I actually am.

"Not my name, Mickelson!" I laugh, pushing him back into the booth. "Congrats on your win!" I smile widely and sit next to him. I see Charles on the other end of the booth, sending me a heat-filled stare, which I can't deny is making me feel more confident.

"You look great, Angeli." Charles smiles at me as he looks me up and down. "You too, Charles." I respond, giving him a once-over. The first few buttons of the white button-up shirt he's wearing have already been undone, revealing his toned chest as he runs his hand through his hair. I'd be foolish to say he didn't look handsome, even hot.

"You like what you see?" He smirks mischievously, noticing my stare. "Gross! Never, Leclerc." I roll my eyes, laughing.

"Hey everyone!" A gorgeous brunette walks over to our table and makes a beeline directly for George. Charles moves up from his place next to George, making way for the gorgeous brunette.

"I'm Carmen, George's girlfriend." She smiles kindly at me. "I love your outfit!" She cheers. I already love this girl.

"I'm Angeli! Mick's legal guardian!" I smile back as Mick chokes on his drink. "I'm an adult! I don't need a legal guardian!" He protests like a child.

"You wanna get a drink?" Lily asks, slotting next to me. "Oh, yes please." I reply, shrugging the jean jacket I'm wearing off of my shoulders and happily linking arms with her to make my way to the bar.

"Carmen, you wanna come?" I ask, stopping Lily from her journey to the bar as I wait for Carmen's reply. Carmen excitedly runs over to us, abandoning George. She looks back and sends him a flying kiss before she links arms with me.

We enter the bustling bar and catch the attention of a charming bartender. "What can I get you lovely ladies tonight?" he asks, his gaze lingering on me. I graciously soak in the flattery, flashing him a sweet smile. "Five shots of your finest strawberry vodka, please!" I exclaim, thrilled to be back in the clubbing scene. Lily raises a curious eyebrow at me, intrigued by my enthusiasm. "I'll have two shots of the same," she tells the bartender. Carmen chimes in, "I'll join in and have a shot of whatever they're having!" The bartender nods, skillfully preparing our shots.