"I like to believe there was an invisible string that bound us together."
People want what they can't have.
Antoinette Celine de-Clermont Castelli used to yearn for something that seemed impossible to have - her freedom. An accidental encounter with...
A/N: this is going to be a long chapter! 2.4k words to be exact, so i hope you guys like it ;)
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May 23, 2024 - Monaco (Qualifying)
Antoinette felt a surge of anticipation. This day, awaited for months, had finally arrived. Alongside her father, she had observed the transformation of Monaco's streets throughout the week, gradually morphing into the grand race track that now lay before them. Just days before the race weekend, she and Charles had embarked on a hike he recommended, a shared endeavor aimed at easing his nerves for the upcoming race.
She understood the immense significance of this race, not just for Charles, but for the entirety of Monaco. The weight of expectations bore heavily on his shoulders, a pressure she was acutely aware of. Antoinette knew the shadows of past experiences haunted him, especially on this demanding track. Yet, with every fiber of her being, she prayed to whatever higher power might be listening that this year would be his year. Hope and determination burned bright in her eyes as she prepared to witness the race.
Antoinette made her entrance, gracefully linked to her father's arm as they stepped into the paddock. Her father had maroon suits specially made for this weekend, wanting to express his Tifosi heart. Antoinette's outfit exuded a perfect blend of style and corporate loyalty. She donned a red lacy undershirt, discreetly revealing a touch of elegance, and draped herself in a Bellissima button-up shirt from their Formula One line, a visual testament to her support for the family business. The dark denim jeans, hugging her form exquisitely, completed the ensemble.
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Her accessories were nothing short of luxury. An Hermes Birkin bag in a striking shade of Rouge added a pop of sophistication, and she concealed her eyes behind a pair of chic Gentle Monster sunglasses. The nudish pink Jimmy Choo heels added a touch of class to her appearance, making her a vision of impeccable style as she entered the paddock.
As Antoinette and her father entered the bustling paddock, the intensity of camera flashes and the excited screams of some onlookers were impossible to ignore. She couldn't help but suppress a giggle, casting her gaze downward for a moment to hide her amusement.
Her father, ever the astute businessman, soon parted from her, drawn by the allure of potential opportunities with Monegasque businessmen. "Le opportunità imprenditoriali non devono mai essere date per scontate," he imparted to her in Italian, emphasizing the importance of never taking business opportunities for granted.
Antoinette acknowledged his wisdom with a nod and a warm smile before he walked away. She waved gracefully at the flashing cameras, privately grateful for her sunglasses. The sunny day in Monaco promised rising temperatures, but for now, the atmosphere was manageable. Antoinette signed autographs and posed for photographs with enthusiastic fans. The ambiance was somewhat calmer than her previous race experiences, although she knew that such serenity wouldn't last for long, especially in the heart of Monaco.
