"And if you have a minute, why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know?"
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Maya Beaulieu, born and raised in Montreal, has heard the stories about Lance Stroll, the boy who grew up down the street of where she lived. All the reason to stay...
Sorry for the delay! It was a crazy day for me and I am sure my body is trying to kill me nowadays due to the lack of time I take to let it rest 🥲
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The pictures were even on Aston Martin's official Instagram. And then the news spread like wildfire; as if the forest hadn't seen rain in months and the sun shined just slightly the wrong angle through a broken piece of glass.
It was all over Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, and obviously also over X.
The news reached me before Lance was home.
Natalia Melton visited the headquarters of Aston Martin. Covered from head to toe in winter fashion, as if the winters in Canada and the United States are similar to the British ones.
The idea of Lance knowing Natalia would visit but didn't tell me anything, haunts my mind. But I knew I had to give him the benefit of the doubt and ask him if he knew about her visit or if he was ambushed.
The door opens and a tired-looking Lance steps into the penthouse, his lips immediately curl up in a smile, "Hey Maï-Maï."
"Hey baby," I smile back at him. "I made us some dinner."
Lance sighs with a big smile, "You are perfect."
I give him a shy smile back, the tensions from earlier today still lingering in the air, but both of us are not eager to pick it up.
"You're welcome," I say to break the silence. "Come eat something. I have so much to tell you."
It was my plan to first tell him all about the second interview and about Brent, and then hopefully he would tell me about seeing Natalia himself.
"Christopher called back. I have a second interview on Monday," I hand him the plate of pasta pesto and sit down at the table. "Apparently the CEO, Peter Milles, was over the moon with me."
Lance smiles, "That's amazing to hear."
"Yes, I really hope everything will turn out the way we want it. I will ask them on Monday about working remotely and about PDOs. Maybe the universe is on our side this time."
Lance nods while putting a fork of pasta in his mouth. He doesn't begin about Natalia just yet, so I give him a little more time.
"Brent called too," I inform him, buying him time and hinting at him by throwing in old names. "He was shot on a scene and realized he missed me. We're going to rekindle soon."
Lance just listens to me, nodding his head and asking questions in return. But when I come to finishing the dinner as my last task of the day, I have nothing to tell him anymore.
"And how was your day?"
"Boring," He replies. "Endless meetings about the car reveal day in February."
I nod and force a smile on my lips. Still nothing about Natalia.
Maybe he didn't know.
Lance helps me clean the table, and finally, I gather enough courage to ask him myself, trying my hardest not to sound too bothered.
