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Day two of race weekend, qualifying day

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Day two of race weekend, qualifying day. Also, the day Marcy and Max were walking into the paddock together. They had to be at the paddock for 1 pm.

Max had just stepped out of the shower and Marcy was getting dressed in front of the mirror that was in her hotel room, she didn't like the lighting, but she had to make do. She had decided to wear white cargo pants with a black bowtie halter, and Max's Red Bull jacket over it. Her hair was left down and minimal makeup.

She put on the watch her grandmother gave her for her eighteenth birthday before putting her engagement ring back on. Isobel, Sara, and Grace had already started their wedding planning. Since most of the drivers believed their relationship to be real just like the rest of the world, they had to have a proper wedding and couldn't just pass it off as a court marriage. The thought of a wedding and a public kiss, one that they had managed to skive off so far.

Max knocked on her door and look in, he was wearing skinny jeans and his red bull merch. "Ready to head out?"

"Yeah," Marcy said. "I'm a little worried about today."

"I know it seems overwhelming, showing up together for the first time, pretty much confirming what we've already been saying, but I'm with you every step of the way."

"Thank you, Max," Marcy smiled at him. She grabbed her purse key cards and headed out the door following Max to the elevator, down to his car and then into his car.

"Brad and Grace will meet up at the gates, if you need to hold my hands., all you have to do is let me know, okay?"

"Yeah," she said.

They arrived at the paddock fairly quickly, Max used their passes to get them in and then reached out for her hand before her needing to ask for it. Marcy knew the media was away of them. They were very much aware.

She heard the sounds before she saw the camera's, the flashing, the calls of their names. This was it, there was no going back. They were out there now for the public, confirmed and in the open.

Max had changed into his race suit and was talking to Christian and GP before the start of FP3 while Marcy hung out in the back with Grace. After their entrance into the paddock they bumped into Charles, greeted him, said a quick hello to Lando and Daniel before making sure Max was ready to get his last practice in before qualifying in tonight.

Max went out for his practice and ended up setting the fastest time. He was performing very well. Jos entered the garage and ignored Marcy as much as he could. With the last ten minutes on FP3, Marcy was watching Max perform and saw him have a rough turn and cringed. Watching him race, was exciting but also very scary. After which Max came back in, Marcy watched from the back as he sat in his car watching his run and making sure things are okay, he gave Marcy a quick wave. At the end of FP3 Max came second to Charles. Marcy was happy for both of them. Max had gone out for a practice start. When he came back in, Marcy congratulated him on a good practice before letting him do his thing.

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