LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

SEVENTY THREE

SEVENTY THREE

"LARISSA COHEN YOU ARE THE WORLD CHAMPION!"

Her radio engineer screamed at the top of his lungs in to her ear as she seemed to be in shock, her mouth ajar, her dark eyes wide open, hands trembling.

Her Mercedes team swarmed her as she exited her car, her championship winning car, lifting her up in to the air and throwing her up multiple times, all of them chanting a name that nobody would have ever thought would be chanted again, at least not for a world champion.

Cohen.

Barely anybody called her just by her last name, only her radio engineer and occasionally Toto. That was it. Everybody else called her kid, Kiddo, Lis, Lar, Lissy, Lara, Riss, Rissa, Brazil, Miss Brazil, Joey, Little Firecracker, Little One, Little Shit and many more.

The name Cohen had always been reserved solely for her father, The Cohen. How on earth had it now been used for her?

Had people forgotten her father?

"You're the World Champion, how does it feel?"

Toto and Susie Wolff smiled proudly at their girl as she stood dumbfounded in front of them, her eyes lost as if she was still trying to come to terms with what it was that she had just done.

"I-I- Where's my dad?"

Larissa Cohen spoke as her brain struggled to piece everything together, not noticing how the faces of the two people in front of her had dropped instantly.

"Larissa, darling, you're dad is-" Susie Wolff attempted to speak up to intervene, though her husband decided to stop her, a feeling that it wasn't what they were thinking.

"He's watching you, he's proud." Toto lightly patted the girls head which made her glance up at him.

His face soon returned with a smile when the Brazilian barrelled in to him to give him a hug, a feeling in his chest that could only be described as love, pride and happiness.

A tap on her shoulder made her pull away from the Austrian man, to see two faces smiling happily at her, though their eyes were both filled to the brim with tears.

"You did it, oh my god, you did it."

Lucy Appleton surged forwards to wrap her arms tightly around the young girls frame, her tears leaking from out of her eyes because of all the emotion in her body.

The young girl that she had trained, had just won her very first World Championship. How amazing was that? How proud was she?

Her husband had managed to do the same with the girls father, and now, so had she, with the new generation. History had repeated itself.

"Kid, as your manager, I'm so proud. However as your brother and your best friend I just want to say.... welcome to the club." Lewis Hamilton lifted his sister from up off the ground as he was finally able to congratulate her.

"I'm inviting Nico. No excuses." Larissa lifted one of her hands up to his face to scold him, pointing her finger harshly at him, his face cracking in to a bright smile.

"I already did."

"You did?"

"As soon as you overtook Seb, I knew that you were winning, so I sent him a text, inviting him. He said that he can't wait to be there, Little shit." Lewis smiled as he noticed his sisters surprised face, followed by her screams and squeals from finally having made the two of them interact again.