The heiress of the biggest wine and alcohol company has to choose a Formula 1 driver to sponsor. Charles Leclerc just happens to be the rising champion. It is completely professional until he spends a week with her at her family home. Sparks fly but...
Finally, it was race day. I wake up with a feeling of indifference towards Charles. Yes i had spent a wonderful four days with him at my villa but that didnt mean i was going to be a damsel in distress and be pushed around. I was here for work and as a representative of Vincents. I step out of my bed and cool off in the shower.
The short blazer dress that i was wearing looked professional and stylish at the same time. I wanted people to take me seriously. As more than just my father's daughter and this dress gave exactly that image. I put on my Valentino kitten heels and pair them with a Chanel bag.
At the track i dont pay any attention to the lingering gaze of a certain monegasque driver. The paddock was much more filled than it was the last two days. A lot more media personnel and much more chaos. A reporter comes up to me on the paddock to ask a few questions and i comply. I smile into the camera and answer all the questions as vaguely as possible just like I'm taught to.
"Is there a certain reason behind why Vincents chose Charles?" The reporter asks. 'I really dont know why we did either ' i think to myself but ofcourse dont say it out loud. I give her a soft smile and answer strategically. "He has an image that was perfect for our campaign. And of course his talent and passion for his line of work was a major reason." She asks a few other questions about my family and my experience around the track. I give her a suitable answer for every question after which i thank her and head to the Ferrari garage.
There was too much going on in the garage, too many team members along with guests who were also invited. I head up to the balcony above the garage and take a seat. The race ends with yet another good result with charles as p2 and carlos p3. They spray each other and max who was in p1 with champagne. Lando had ended up being p5 and he didnt look very happy with the results.
I cut my attendance short and head back to my hotel to get ready for the Ferrari gala. My black ruffley gown does wonders to flatter my figure. I pair it with my black chanel bag and my favourite pearl earrings.
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belle_vincent And by the way, I'm going out tonight 🖤
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chlo.e_reed Omg she's a swiftie francisca.cgomes you are stunning 😍 lando_norris when are we going out on that dinner you promised me? 🤔 User.1890 lando and belle??? Am i trippin?
I arrive at the venue on the invitation. Luxurious cars, mostly Ferraris pull up one after another at the entrance. Women in flashy dresses and men in suits and tuxedos stride into the hotel. Ive attended many such parties but mostly in the presence of my father. This was a big step for me. To be here as the representative of a big sponsor for scuderia Ferrari i had a lot of responsibility on my shoulders. I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders to calm myself. "Ready to go?" Chloe asks from beside me. "As I'll ever be." I reply timidly and walk up the stairs of the entrance.
Cameras flash in the lobby of the hotel. The photographers call out my name and i stop to let them take a few pictures. The hall in which the event is held is filled with the soft sound of chatter and glasses clinking. A waiter offers us champagne which i gladly accept needing some liquid courage in me to calm my nerves. My anxiety was building by the second. How was i going to socialise at such a big event?
As i sip my champagne preoccupied by my thoughts, Frederic comes up to me to say hello. "Belle you look stunning, come let me introduce you to my guests." I thank the heavens for sending Frederic to my rescue. He mustve sensed by anxiety and taken pity. He takes me around and introduces me to other sponsors and company members from Italy. I manage a light conversation with all of them.
After around half an hour of socialising he excuses himself to go meet someone separately. I stand near the desert bar with Chloe. We make the most of each other's company trying our best not to look like loners. "I feel like an introduction is long overdue." I hear a deep spanish accent from behind me. I spin around to see Carlos sainz standing with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
I laugh lightly and put my hand out. "Belle Vincent." His hand engulfs mine. "Of course, the wine princess. If you're here i assume you already know who i am." He smiles mischievously. "Well it would still be quite rude to not say." I joke to which he replies with a laugh. "Of course. Carlos sainz jr. My parents weren't creative enough to come up with a name for a boy so they just slapped a jr. at the end of my father's name and here i am."
My chest rumbles as i laugh and carlos smiles looking accomplished. "Here you are carlos." I say. "On a scale of 1-10 how boring is this event." He asks. I motion with my finger for him to come closer. He leans his head towards mine. I whisper, "Definitely a 10." He throws his head back in a satisfied laughter. "Well then you won't be disappointed by my invitation. We are having a little party in a restaurant tonight. How about you and your friend join us? If you're free ofcourse." Carlos stares at me with hope.
"Give me the time and location. We'll think about it." I elbow Chloe who wasn't paying much attention. She nods as if to agree with whatever I'd said. "Perfect." I exchange numbers with him and he send me the details.
Out of the corner of my eye i can spot charles to the left side of the room. He looks handsome in his black tux but no amount of good looks could make me forget about his comments on me from yesterday. He'd done this everyday since the race weekend had started. Staring at me from the corner of the room watching every single one of my moves. I brush his glare off and pretend i didnt notice him.
