Sequel of "Come Back...Be Here - Charles Leclerc"
Four years later, Mary and Charles inevitably cross paths again.
Will they rekindle their love? Or are the scars too deep?
"Thanks for waiting" I said as I hopped into the rental car at Charles de Gaulle airport, where Lorenzo and Charles were already sat. "Shame you didn't ride with us from Monaco, Lorenzo was shitting himself during the turbulences" Charles chuckled as his brother started driving to Angerville, the karting track where Emmanuel was competing today in the French karting championship. "Shut up. You're the one shitting himself during turbulences. But that said, I'd still have rather smelled both your poos in your pants than being at the big wedding planning meeting for Oli and Amelia" I sighed. "Oh yeah, I got an invite!" Charles said. "Reception at - Windsor - Castle" he added and leaned towards Lorenzo. "Wow you're so famous" Lorenzo said annoyedly. I scoffed. "I'll make sure you'll sit next to my Mum so at least she won't notice me all evening" I said. "I'd rather have a hot model, thanks" he said and grinned. "Maybe who wants to get pregnant and start a family?" Lorenzo added and they both erupted in laughter. My heart broke there in the back seat. "So he has to still be madly in love with you while you bagged a guy and were ready to get married?" my subconscious scolded me.
The rest of the ride I stayed silent and looked out the window. What was I going to do with my life? It definitely hadn't turned out the way I planned it: at 25 I had really hoped to be engaged to Charles and get married soon after. That didn't work out. Then I was 29 and finally engaged, ready to start the life of my dreams and that was taken away from me too. I was going on 31 now and to be honest, the good guys were already taken and the ones who were still single - well for most of them there was a good reason for why they were still on the market.
It was a short one-hour drive and we had arrived. We decided to visit Emmanuel and his father, who was doing some last minute changes on the kid's kart. "So, how are we feeling?" I asked and hugged the kid. "Nervous. But excited, it's a cool track!" he said confidently. Charles gave him some tips for the corners, and soon enough it was time to push the karts onto the track and for us to find our seats. Obviously Charles was stopped for pictures and autographs all the time and I hoped that with my big sunglasses and my blow-out hair, which was mostly hiding my face, people would mistake me for Lorenzo's wife.
"Did it hurt?" Lorenzo asked me, while Charles was still occupied with an army of teenagers and mums. "What?" I asked confusedly. "Charles' comment in the car - you stayed silent..." he replied. I shrugged. "Maybe a bit" I replied. "Now you know how he's been feeling every time he saw a picture of you and Bobby. I'm not going to tell you the state I found him and his apartment in after your engagement announcement..." Lorenzo said. "What are you trying to tell me? He left me, I took him back, he left me again, I took him back again, he left me a third time, I left. It's as simple as that." I said sternly. "And still, he never had another girl after you. You know Aurelia was PR." Lorenzo said. "And?" I asked, not sure what his point was, besides getting on my nerves. "Come on, I can see the looks from both of you. They eyes, Mary, they never lie" Lorenzo said. How dare he. He probably was right. Still, I put on a grumpy face and looked at the concrete of the track in the most concentrated way - I was looking at it so intensely that I saw every crack in it.
Emmanuel did great for being one of the youngest and it being his first year in this championship. Unfortunately, he missed out on the podium, but 4th was a great result. And I loved seeing the hunger in his eyes when he said "I'm going to get them next time" afterwards. Lorenzo was still talking to the father and Charles and I decided to start walking back to the car. "I'm sorry for being so harsh that day - your conditions are fair and and square and probably what he needed as a push" he said and smiled. "Right? Did you see the determination in his eyes?" I replied ecstatically. "You had the right instinct. You will make a great mother" he said and smiled. Ugh, what was it with everyone and their obsession of me becoming a mum?! "Yeah - if I ever will be one. Finding a man at this age is hard already, then you have to date for two or three years, then you get married and then you start trying - I'll be fifty by the time..." I sighed. "You don't have to find a new man..." he said quietly while looking another way. "I- Charles... I..." I stammered. "Sorry, that was stupid, I know it hasn't even been a year" he said, shook his head and got in the car, leaving me standing on the parking lot alone. Just in that moment, Lorenzo came around and smiled brightly: "Come on, let's go!"
"Any plans for Easter, Mary?" Lorenzo asked me when we were on the jet back to Monaco. "Um... I'll spend it in the States" I replied shortly. "Oh - Cape Cod?" he asked and I noticed that Charles was definitely eavesdropping. I nodded. There was a weird silence, the whole day had been weird between hinting and commenting and other stupid stuff going on. I was relieved when I got back to my apartment and that I wasn't going to see either of them in the next few weeks.
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📍Piste De Kart Angerville mary.wright98 Vroom vroom
alicebecket Lookin' fine as hellllllll 🔥 landonorris All the poor mums there feeling that jeans were a great outfit choice until you came along :( oli_wright_one_and_only This looks more like Chanel at Paris Fashion Week but ok Replying to oli_wright_one_and_only: mary.wright98 And how do you know what Chanel at Paris Fashion Week looks like?! joe.kenn00 😎👌🏼
