Petrol in his Veins // Charles Leclerc

Hello Monza

Hello, this is my first fanfiction in years. And when I say years I'm speaking about like, the last one was written in 2015 haha. Also english is not my first language, so please be kind if there are some mistakes :D The Main characters will be Jolie and Charles. There will also be a lot of Pierre and Kika and the best Friend of Jolie, Paola. so lets just start :)

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The sun was high in the azure sky, bathing everything in a soft, golden light. The thermometer read a glorious 25 degrees - it was exactly the kind of weather Jolie Marini loved. A light breeze brushed through her silky, long brown hair before she expertly secured it into a loose chignon at the back of her head with a hair clip. This kept her neck pleasantly cool in the summer heat.

Milano Malpensa Airport was bustling with life as Jolie took her first steps on Italian soil. She wasn't just here for pleasure, though. Ferrari, synonymous with luxurious, fast cars, had invited her to be an influencer at the Italian Grand Prix in Monza. Her posts were mostly about the low hum of a sports cars - her passion for cars was unmistakable on her profile. But the sweet life on the French Riviera, where she lived, was also a regular feature on her channel. While she wasn't one of the very big influencers with only 200k followers, she stood out in a niche that included only a few women with similar passions.

As the baggage carousel began to move, Jolie deftly pulled down her suitcase and walked with confident steps into the bright arrival hall of the Airport. An older gentleman, dressed in an impeccable suit, held up a sign with her name on it. With a warm smile on her lips, she approached him. "Buongiorno," she greeted him. "Buongiorno Signorina Marini," he replied with a friendly nod and a smile that showed years of experience and warmth. "Andiamo," he added, gallantly taking the suitcase from her. Together they left the building and were met by a luxurious black van that would take them to the hotel.Jolie enjoyed the sight of the Italian countryside as she gazed through the tinted window of the van. She pulled out her smartphone and began sharing a few short clips of her arrival in Italy on Instagram, a little hint of the weekend ahead. She added an airplane emoji and an Italian flag to her story, but without giving too much away. Formula 1 had never been part of her content before, and honestly, she hadn't dealt with it before. Her world revolved around the gleaming chrome and the gentle hum of sports cars.

A hint of melancholy played around her thoughts as memories of her childhood and times with her father came to her mind. The melodic language, the delicious food, the family gatherings. Her father had been Italian and had married her French mother. Because of this, she spoke fluent Italian in addition to French and English. But since the death of her father 5 years ago, she had unfortunately not been back to Italy. The more she was looking forward to this invitation.

Arriving at the hotel she got a short briefing and then went to her room. She had an hour to arrive and freshen up before heading to the track. Today was free practice and she would get a first impression of the team.Jolie opened her suitcase and got her outfit ready. She quickly showered to freshen up. She put on a light make up and blow dried her hair. She had long dark brown hair that went down to her waist. She highlighted her hazel eyes with a fine eyeliner and mascara. The red top she chose was a tribute to Ferrari and accentuated her slim figure. She briefly checked her reflection in the mirror before grabbing her phone and taking a photo in front of itShe uploaded it to her story with the words

>>Guess who invited me to Italy<<

Then she grabbed her bag and went back down to the foyer. There she met some more influencers, which Ferrari had invited. In fact, mostly men. She didn't know a single one of them, which is why she assumed that Ferrari had really rather limited themselve to smaller accounts.Soon they all found themselves in a black van, on their way to the heart of the weekend: the Monza Grand Prix.The circuit itself was a spectacle. The muffled hum of engines in the distance, sounded like music to her ears. Jolie felt a tingle in her stomach as she entered the paddock. They were all given a schedule of when the practices were and where she could find everything. An explanation of what they were allowed to post and what they weren't. As well as the departure time back to the hotel.