CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT | Charles Leclerc

Chapter 6

Luci's pov

The rest of the day was spent with Andrea getting to grips with how the next coming days would pan out and understanding how to use any of the tech that was necessary.

Now, me and Oli we're back at our apartment panicking about what we were meant to do/wear tonight.

"You know, Charles hasn't messaged me yet. Maybe they decided they don't want us to come anymore. At least that would mean I wouldn't have to search any further into this stupid wardrobe" I exclaimed to my friend who was laid on my bed watching me scrabble through my closet.

"Don't even try and act as if you wouldn't be utterly heartbroken if he never sends you the details." Oli pointed out, which, in fairness, was entirely correct but I still gave her a middle finger to show I was far from amused.

"It's official, I have no clothes." I admitted, stood in front of my friend, annoyed, as she rolled her eyes and sighed as she got up and lead me to her wardrobe to find something.

"I really think I should take you shopping becau-" Olive was cut off to the sound of my phone buzzing three times. I looked to check who it was from - expecting it to just be my mother asking how my day was.

Unknown Number

| Hi, I'm hoping this is Luciena. It's Charles
| If you and Olive are still happy to come tonight we'll have a car pick you up at 9pm.
| I hope that's okay. Again, it's Charles.

I stared at my phone in shock - although I was the one who had given him my number since he had asked for it, somewhere deep down I wasn't actually expecting him to ask us to come. And to offer a car to pick us up? Oh my God I must be dreaming.

"Is it him? Omg it is. You're smiling. Luci!!??" Olive exclaimed trying desperately to look at my phone screen.

"Yes, yes. We're still invited. And they're sending a car for us? Olive, how is this real?" I said with the biggest smile, to the point my cheeks were hurting

"What? Omg? What will it have a chauffeur and all? Stop, this is crazy." Oli replied, with the same beaming smile.

Through all of this commotion I forgot I actually had to respond to him.

"How do I respond? Formal? Friendly? Why does this feel so hard - it's not like anyone would actually care." I joked

"Just say thank you and that would be great? Don't stress it babe, you need to get ready, it's half eight right now." Oli laughed while seeming serious at the same time.

Unknown Number

Hi! It is Luciena, thank you so much! We're both so happy to come still, thank you again! |

He instantly began typing as I changed his contact number.

Charles Leclerc

| Perfect, if you could just send me your address that would be amazing. I can't wait to see you.
| Both of you of course, the boys are excited too.

"OLIVE he said he can't wait to see us. I think this may be the best day of my life!" I declared as I hurriedly sent the man our address.

"Shut up Luci, oh my god. This is insane. I'm more than excited now. We need to get ready. NOW!" Olive replied as she pulled two stunning dresses out of her wardrobe - both little black dresses, although one had glitter covering it and one was ruched along the sides.

"You're glitter, I'm ruching. Get it on right now Ramirez" she giggled as she handed it to me.

The dresses looked unreal, and we looked amazing in them, if I do say so myself.

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By the time we had done our hair and make up it was now 8:55 meaning we had only 5 minutes until the car was coming and neither of us felt as if we could wait any longer.

"Do I look good?" I questioned Olive, already knowing what her response would be.

"Most definitely. You look so hot. Maybe Charles will think the same?" She jested as she winked at me.

"Don't even joke about it because if he did, I don't think I'd ever recover." I replied as we heard a car pull up outside of the building.

At a closer look, we realised this was not any normal car like your average Uber. Charles Leclerc had sent us a Ferrari California, and the driver was not any old chauffeur, it was Charles Leclerc himself.

Oli and I both stared at each other in shock as we raced to the door to greet Charles and the car.

"Be cool. We're cool, Olive, aren't we?" I waffled instead of opening the door.

"Yep. Now open the damned door Luci!! And please don't say that when we're outside, for your own sake." She demanded, ensuring I didn't faff around, or make a fool of myself.

As we opened the door I made eye contact with him. He looked amazing, truly perfect. I saw his eyes dart up and down my dress which sent blood straight to my cheeks.

"Good evening ladies." He smiled.

-AUTHORS NOTE-
He's so AHH I can't even stand it 😩😩 but I hope you love this chapterrrr! I'm getting really into it and enjoying writing it! Either next chapter or the one after I want to maybe do a Charles pov so pls lmk if that's what you want!!
Love you lots,
Bels xo