SIXTY
Larissa Cohen looked good in a suit.
A dark, charcoal grey suit with a black shirt and a dark emerald green tie to be precise. Her black hair was curled and pulled back away from her face, with a pair of smart shoes that were black finishing off her outfit.
Her makeup was simple and bare, basic but beautiful since her best friend had taken her time in doing it for her until she was happy with how she looked.
Zahra Bailey was in a baby pink dress with white heels to complement the dress, fitting nicely with the baby pink suit that her boyfriend Esteban was going to be wearing.
Her makeup was mainly just to even out her skin and make her skin glow, since both women knew their jobs.
Zahra was a guest but was also there to supervise the young children, but Larissa had a very important role.
Larissa was Sebastian Vettel's best man.
Or as his future wife described it, his best wo-man.
"I'll keep the boys in check if you promise to not to steal everybody's hearts with your amazing looks and your hilarious speech." Zahra smiled happily at her best friend, who instantly rolled her eyes at her before heading to go and find the groomsmen.
"I'll do my very best, Z. But no promises!"
Hanna didn't want to have the traditional songs that people usually walked down the aisle to, so with the help of the Cohen girl she had chosen to have an instrumental piece that was absolutely stunning.
Experience by Ludovico Einaudi.
Larissa stood proudly next to her uncle Sebby as his best man, with her other uncles and siblings standing just behind her, watching her proudly as she did the job that was supposed to be done by her father.
Sebastian stood at the front with his crystal blue eyes glassy and filled with tears, his bottom lip trembling as he watched the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, walking towards him.
In front of her had been their daughters, but they were now standing beside Zahra who was looking after them until the ceremony ended. Hanna took her time in walking down the aisle, shooting a small wink to the Cohen girl who gave her a small nod.
The ceremony of course went without any issues.
People knew that they would never object to the marriage of Seb and Hanna, but they also knew that even if they did that the best man would punch them so hard that they wouldn't stay standing for long.
Larissa had a very hard punch.
Sebastian grinned as he noticed how his niece had started to prepare herself for the best man speech, taking deep breaths over and over and over again, her hands shaking slightly.
She flinched as his hand was gently placed on to her knee, turning her head to see her uncle staring at her with concern evident in his eyes.
"Don't bother with the speech that you wrote." The Vettel man whispered, worried that his niece would have a panic attack simply because of some words on a piece of card.
"But you need a best man speech and I'm the best man, I just need to remember it and I'll be fine." Larissa attempted to reassure him, not wanting to ruin his wedding by not being able to do the speech.
"Ignore it." He reached for the small card that was in his hand and grabbed a hold of it, ripping it in to pieces.
"Uncle Sebby wha-"
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LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)
FanfictionLarissa Cohen was fighting the legacy of her father, who she witnessed die in a crash at the Italian Grand prix, at Monza, when she was eight years old. She fought for her name, her father, her uncles, for women. But the worst struggle of all, was...
