The Future Schumacher

Mr and Mrs

Allana's Pov

"Come on cheer up babe you're marrying an F1 driver." Florence lifts my hair off my shoulders as Quinn fixes my necklace in place. "It's the most luxurious sport in the world, you're made for this." Sarah agrees, fixing her curly hair into a low messy bun.

"Plus he's like super cute." Quinn cheers, I elbow her in the ribs as a response. "Guys come on." I whine, their attempts to calm my nerves are proving to be futile.

I let the girls in on the wedding being arranged, there would be no way to keep it from them.

Mick's sweet text's from earlier helped me calm down but not nearly enough, I decide to push the thought of him buying my dress to the back of my mind. I don't want to risk overthinking anything else today.

"It feels like forever since we were all together, you can't be upset." Sarah proclaims. I study her in the mirror, her tanned skin looks darker, likely the result of all the sun she's been getting from her time in Africa. She looks a lot happier now that she's pursuing her dream, and the orange bridesmaid dress she's picked out reflects that.

Now that I think about it, I don't even remember the last time we were all together. Although, after Quinn's first album dropped and her career completely blew up we did all manage to cheer her on at her first big concert. "It must've been Quinn's first tour right? London last year." I recall.

"It can't have been that long ago, seriously! We have to get together more." Quinn takes a big sip of her wine before slamming the empty glass on the bedside table.

"If this one settles down then we might actually see her more than once a year." Florence nudges Sarah.

"Say's you Mrs Supermodel, besides the travel blog can't exactly thrive if i'm not travelling." She shrugs, flashing Florence a cheeky smile in response.

"Speaking of, rumour has it our Flo is heading for the cover of Vogue." I exclaim, disregarding the lipgloss I was previously applying to fully face the girls.

"As if!" She squeals.

"I bet by the end of the year you'll be just as famous as Quinn." I gush. "No way, i'm not competing with our rockstar." She grunts, crossing her arms and sinking into an armchair. "Your shoots have been blowing up, good things are coming I just know it." Quinn grins, passing her another glass of wine.

"Oh shit it's getting late, we have to go."

"We'll have enough time to catch up at the reception, we need to get you in your dress." Sarah grabs my hand, dragging me into the bathroom.

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Mick's POV

The walk to the ceremony feels worse than I could've imagined. My career's cost me so much, I wanted to make my family proud, prove myself worthy of my surname.

Instead, I signed up for a life of racing without the understanding that money and politics mean more within this sport than skill alone.

We needed more financial support and a strong public image after a very rough season. Marriage was definitely not the plan but once the idea was out there nobody could change my teams mind.

A beautiful wife from a hugely influential family within the racing world ticks all the boxes.

Guilt gnaws at me, Alli's dad robbed her of a future that she could decide for herself.

Seb is one to break me out of my spiral, placing a strong hand on my shoulder and pulling me out of earshot of the group.

"Hey son, how're you really feeling?"

"Not great, if i'm being honest."

"Do you like her?" "I don't really know her, she's been good to me though. I like being around her."

"That's all you can ask for in this situation, i'm proud of you." Seb pulls me in for a hug. "Thank you."

Seb leaves me standing alone at the altar, waiting for her. I pick at the skin around my nails, anticipation and nerves eating away at me.

The piano changes key and she's walking towards me. Her blonde hairs pinned back leaving only two pieces of hair to frame her face. The long white dress hugs her waist and flows seamlessly behind her. I can already see her plastered on the front cover of every gossip magazine as the idyllic bride.

Her father walks beside her, a huge grin's plastered across his face. It almost makes me sick watching him give her away for a profit.

She takes my hand guiding herself up the top step, her blue eyes meet mine and I feel a wave of calm wash over me. "You are breathtaking, Miss Angelina." I whisper, kissing her cheek. "And you Schumacher." She nods.

We exchange simple vows and rings. she keeps her voice steady and it goes without a single hitch.

"By the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife." The officiant declares. I stake a step towards her 'Can I kiss you?' I mouth. She nods, I place a hand on her cheek and peck her on the lips.

"Come on Mrs Schumacher, let's get a drink."

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