Evelyn Wolff is a beautiful, intelligent and talented girl. But her dad Toto Wolff has deemed her 'untouchable'. He claims that no boy is good enough for his daughter. But does Evelyn continue to listen to her father, when she suddenly meets the for...
I lay in my bed, the warm blanket covering my entire body. Last night was certainly something.
My brain still feels like a foggy mess, a headache making everything 10 times worse. So much happend in the last 24 hours, and my mind is struggling to focus on just one thing. One part of my brain keeps replaying the moments from my date with Charles, the dress, the kiss, his jacket wrapped around my shoulders.
Then a second part of my brain starts thinking about my father. I can't get the look he gave me out of my head. It was one thing when he was mad at me, but when he was disappointed, it all crumbled down for me. He means so much to me, and I feel so stupid for breaking his trust.
Then theres a third part of my brain, that's still left worried for Juliet. Lando promised she was safe, but I have to make sure she's okay. She means everything to me, and I hate how much I panicked last night. I should've helped her, no hesitation just straight out the door. But something came over me, and I lost all control of my body.
And then the rest of brain focuses on Lando. I couldn't be more grateful for what he did for me last night. I didn't even have to ask him to come, he just came straight to my hotel without any hesitation, even though it was 1 AM. I'm m still in his t-shirt, his cologne giving me a sense of comfort.
I eventually push the blanket off me, dragging myself out of bed. My whole body is aching in a way I've never experienced before, like my whole body has been drained. The sound of a knock on my door startles me, as I quickly throw on a pair of shorts. I make my way over to the door, hoping I don't look completely ruined.
"Good morning" my father says, barely meeting my eyes. He's already completely dressed up, in a suit with a rain jacket on top, as the usual Spa rain has already hit.
"We just had the sprint shootout, the sprint itself is in 30 minutes" He tells me, with an expression I can't read. He still has the disappointment, but hiding behind all the anger, he looks worried. Maybe they just didn't get a good result today.
"Okay, I'll come to the track in a bit, I just have to get ready" I tell him, giving him a light smile. He walks away, and I awkwardly close the door. Everything has already changed, and I hate it.
I pull out my phone, quickly texting Juliet. I don't care if there's a race, I have to make sure she's okay first.
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I let out a relieved sigh, when I see Juliet's response. She's okay and that's the most important thing. I decide to wait with answering her, instead hurrying up with getting to the track.
I make my way into the bathroom, almost getting scared by my own reflection. I don't even look like myself.
My hair is messier than it has ever been, half of it is put into a bun, the other half falling down on my shoulder. Makeup is still smudged all over my face, lipstick stains covering the corners of my mouth. Under my eyes is mascara stains everywhere, the black color making my dark circles even worse.
