Off the Track Series Book 3
An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it...
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"I do," Charles says, voice heavy with emotion.
I've never seen a prouder man in my damn life. His eyes are sparkling with tears, and the man is beaming with happiness.
Amelia is the same, happy crying since we woke up this morning.
It's been an emotional day of tears all around honestly, when Piero's voice cracked as he passed her down the aisle I think half the boat had weepy eyes. From start to finish it has been a beautiful day. Over a thousand people arrived to the yacht by water taxi this morning and we are just far enough out from shore now that all you can see is the ocean from start to finish either side. The ocean that is now glittering with the reflections of sunset behind the love birds as they say vows.
They passed out tequila shots upon arrival and there's live piano in the background even now.
Today is just so perfectly them.
The whole week is a very Leclerc-Ferrari affair.
Not to mention Amelia looks like an absolute icon in a sheer wedding dress covered in diamond netting with a white set underneath covering just enough. With every turn and catch of the sun she glows, from the inside out.
All the bridesmaids look stunning in an array of sunset colored gowns Amelia hand picked to be unique for each of us. Turns out her amazing taste translates to gifts to because Carmen is shining in a yellow strapless number, Elsa looks stunning in a semi sheer long sleeve tangerine piece while I get to wear a draping backless pink gown.
The men don't look so bad themselves, all in white from head to toe they opted for linen so they don't die from the heat of the sun beating down. I traded Carmen a vintage chanel bag in turn for swapping groomsmen to walk down the aisle with and so far neither of the fíances-near-spouses now have noticed. Worth it not to walk with Max after Brazil... and everything else that has transpired.
It's too hard to touch him.
Let alone look at him.
I've avoided it as much as I can this weekend, but standing across the aisle from him now it's nearly impossible. Our eyes are magnetic, just like always. When I first walked out with George and met his eye I nearly fucking stumbled in my step. My breath caught and he looked me up and down with those bedroom eyes that haunt my dreams.
Since then, it's impossible to look away.
Every chance he gets he gives me his little cheeky grin.
"Introducing the new Mr. and Mrs. Leclerc-Ferrari!" The priest proclaims snapping me out of my dutchman trance.
Smiles pasted on, we cheers and follow our friends back through the crowd. Partying is imminent and bound to last well into the night, but for now it's that obligatory picture phase all wedding parties have to endure.
All that stands between me and a glass of champagne.
Out of nowhere, the one voice I've been avoiding tickles my back "You look beautiful."
