"I want to forever be yours."
A girl, hurt with all she possibly could be, hiding from the pain and people so she wouldn't feel it. Everything gets complicated when a friend of her, Oscar Piastri goes through a breakup.
She wants to help him and al...
Wow. What Charles told me, was amazing. I was shocked, they actually felt about me this way.
I was still laying in Charle's lap, but I knew we would have to get ready. Quali was in less that two hours. I was surprised Olivia haven't called me yet. Maybe Pierre told her what happened.
I slowly sat up. I had to get my makeup look presentable. Thank God I had a mascara and some other things in my driver's room.
"Where are you going?" Charles asked. "I have to get ready. We only have two hours before Q1." I chuckled at him.
He looked at his watch and his eyes widened. "Shit!" he muttered. I slightly laughed at him and we both walked out of the room.
I didn't know how bad I looked, but Charles lent me his sunglasses, so I assumed I wasn't in the best state. My mascara was probably ruined and smudged all over my face.
I waved to Charles when I stepped into Alpine's hospitality. Ferrari one was two more away.
I quickly went to my driver's room and saw Pierre sitting on my couch. He wasn't clean... stop! It wasn't your priority right now.
I made my way to the bathroom, so I could fresh up my face. Pierre came in right after me.
"Rose, what was that?" he gently asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." I smiled softly back. "Cut the bullshit!" he raised his voice a little.
"Don't yell at me." I said softly. I never liked yelling. It reminded of my father. I don't want to remember him.
"Sorry. You have to tell someone." he said mire gently as I washed my face with cold water. I was getting a headache.
"Charles knows. Now please leave me alone, so I can get ready." I told him, not turning around. He nodded and exited the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I honestly looked like shit. I took a makeup wipe and rubbed the mascara off my face.
Then I took my lash curler and curled my lashes. No way, what else would I use it for.
I decided to go out without mascara, because it would just smudge.
My headache was increasing. It will be a fun day. The last thing I need right now, is bad results. I want to make at least P6. That probably wasn't possible with the shit car we had, but I always had high expectations for my driving.
When I was done it was almost time for warming up, so I dressed in my fireproofs and race suit, leaving the sleeves hanging down.
I walked out the bathroom and Pierre wasn't there anymore. I decided to scroll through instagram during this twenty minutes I still have to wait.
I liked some posts and replied to some fans. One of them asked me for a advice on which Jordans should she buy.
That's something Pierre and I had in common. We both loved Jordans. I think I had more than sixty pairs of their shoes at home in Monaco. I mean... at some point they will sponsor me. Right?
I saw a text appear on my phone. It was from Charles.
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