everything has changed ➺ charles leclerc

twenty-two - angeli

– angeli

MY HEAD IS POUNDING AND I FEEL LIKE PUKING when I wake up the next morning. I turn to my side and see the girls sprawled over the bed, with all our legs tangled together.

"Get up ladies, we're going to Greece." George calls out from the other side of the door.

"Shut the fuck up George, you're too loud." I groan, holding my head in my hands.

One by one, the girls begin waking up, surely feeling the same way I do.

"What the hell happened last night?" Lily groans, leaning her head on mine.

"Beats me." Carmen responds groggily, getting up from the bed and making her way to the bathroom.

Slowly but surely, we manage make ourselves presentable, all sporting a pair of sunglasses and different variations of white laced clothing. We take turns braiding each other's hair and doing each other's makeup until we all feel ready and less hungover to meet the rest of our friends.

Hand-in-hand we walk to the upper deck, bracing ourselves for loud chatter, only to be greeted by almost complete silence.

"What's going on?" I whisper to Lily, who searches for Alex among the guys.

"It's too peaceful..." Heidi says softly, looking around for a sign of a threat.

"Look what the cat dragged in." Grace's high pitched voice booms.

"There it is." Kika sighs, rolling her eyes and making her way to Pierre, the Frenchman kissing her forehead.

She begins to make her way over to where Carmen, Lily, Heidi, and I are standing and we all let out a collective groan.

"I'm too hungover for her bullshit." Carmen mumbles as she stands in front of us.

"Hi girls! Great night last night?" Grace asks smugly, eyeing us all.

"Get away from me or I swear to god I'll push you off the boat right now." I spit, not even remotely awake enough to deal with her crap right now. She takes a step back as Lily throws her the middle finger, and decides to retreat back to Charles' lap.

I make my way over to Mick, sitting next to him and leaning my head on his shoulder while I shut my eyes.

"Hungover?" He asks softly and I nod. He chuckles before handing me some painkillers and a glass of water.

"Drink." He instructs as I take the pills and swallow them.

"Thank you Mickie." I softly lay my head on his shoulder again, hoping catch a few more minutes of sleep until we reach Mykonos.

Mick wraps an arm around me, offering a comforting embrace. "No worries, Angeli. Just rest for a bit. We'll be in Mykonos soon, and you'll feel better," he assures me, his voice soothing amidst the chaos of the yacht.

The gentle sway of the boat, combined with Mick's presence, lulls me into a drowsy state. I drift in and out of sleep, finding solace in the moments of peace amidst the bustling atmosphere.

As the yacht reaches its destination, the sound of the engines fades, and a new energy fills the air. The Greek sun shines brightly, casting a golden glow over the sparkling blue waters. I open my eyes, feeling a surge of anticipation and excitement.

The yacht docks in Mykonos, and we disembark onto the island, greeted by the warm embrace of the Mediterranean breeze. The scent of the sea and the sounds of laughter and music surround us, creating an atmosphere of pure bliss.

"I can't believe we're in Greece!" Heidi exclaims, her eyes sparkling with delight. "This place is magical."

"It truly is," Lily agrees, her spirits lifted as we step onto the island's cobblestone streets. "Let's make the most of our time here."