I'm so in love that I might stop breathing.
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"We just keep bumping into each other. I might just start believing in fate and other things."
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"Oh, I don't do F1 drivers or any celebrities in general. I've got better places to be than in a...
Weeks had elapsed since the memorable encounter at the dental clinic, yet Carlos couldn't shake the image of the pretty dentist, Valentina, from his mind. As he stood on the Bahrain Grand Prix track, the excitement and tension were palpable. This marked his first-ever race with Ferrari, a moment he had dreamed about for years.
The race weekend felt like a whirlwind, a mixture of nerves and exhilaration. From the media day to the qualifying sessions, the anticipation built up, culminating in the grand finale - race day. Carlos was determined to make his mark, although he knew the competition would be fierce.
As the engines roared to life, Carlos focused on the track ahead. The Bahrain Grand Prix was a blend of nerve-wracking twists and thrilling straightaways. Every manoeuvre, every turn, was a testament to his skill and the precision of the Ferrari machine he now piloted.
When the checkered flag finally waved, Carlos crossed the finish line in P8. It wasn't the result he had hoped for, but given that it was his first race with Ferrari, he considered it a promising start.
In the aftermath of the race, as the adrenaline began to ebb, Carlos's thoughts once again drifted to that chance encounter with Valentina.
Back in Madrid, Valentina was relishing a girls' night with her best friend Sophie. The topic of conversation revolved around the impending wedding of Valentina's brother, Alex, and their upcoming trip to Italy. As they sipped on their drinks, Sophie posed an inevitable question, "Finally, they're getting married, and we have the perfect excuse to jet off to Italy. Have you planned a bachelor's party yet?"
Valentina pondered for a moment before responding, "Not exactly. I haven't. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. It feels a bit awkward, given that I'm his sister and not a best friend."
Sophie nodded in understanding, acknowledging the unique dynamics at play. "I get what you mean, but you're also the best woman. You need to organize something."
Valentina's mind drifted back to the moment her brother had asked her to be the best woman at his wedding. Their closeness had always been something special, and the request had nearly brought her to tears.
Sophie suggested, "Should I ask David? He might have some ideas."
Valentina raised an eyebrow at Sophie's mention of her "footballer fling." "You still talk to him?"
Sophie shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, he's great in bed, and I'm not really up for commitment, so it works for us."
Valentina chuckled, contemplating the contrasting lives they led. "But he's a celebrity. I could never handle being with someone so high-profile."
Sophie smirked. "Well, I'm not a WAG, just a fling. So, it doesn't bother me."
Valentina couldn't help but muse over their differing perspectives on relationships, her thoughts momentarily wandering to the charming Carlos she had encountered. She quickly redirected her focus, not allowing herself to get lost in daydreams.
As the night continued, Valentina and Sophie chatted away, discussing plans for the bachelor's party, the details of the upcoming wedding, and a multitude of other topics.
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