heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 7

Austin, October 2022 - Victoria Marino

I woke up faster than the speed of light as my alarm rang too loudly through the thin walls of the hotel room. I snatched my phone from the nightstand, quickly running my fingers through the screen, trying to make it stop. It was eight o'clock, too early for me. It also meant that I had one hour to get ready for breakfast with Leclerc.

I got up from the bed and I darted directly to the bathroom, jumping into the shower. I let the water slide down my body without any rush or pressure. I loved taking care myself.

Because I was a model, I was raised in a different way than the other kids, addiferent way of what we call the normal. I was a runway model throughout my childhood, but that wasn't what I loved.

Sure, I loved the attention, the eyes that layed on me, the beauty behind it. But, in the other hand, I was always rushing between hotels and countries. I was homeschooled, so I also didn't have time to socialize. My agenda was always full and I didn't have time to take care of myself, to pause and simply be a human.

That was when I decided that I wanted to leave the runway and just be the face of some brands and do shootings. That meant I had more time for myself and my own thoughts. I mean, I still had the spotlight on me.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. While wetting the expensive carpet on the floor, I picked up my skin care products from my luggagge and, after doing my full post shower routine, I picked a comfy sweat set and got dressed.

I still had twenty minutes left, so I decided to do a really basic make-up, just to don't look like a living zombie.

Victoria: are you ready?

Charles: be patient, sweetie. at nine i will knock on the door, promise.

Victoria: oh, you better do, because I have a nice picture of you sleeping with your mouth wide open on the flight here.

Charles: don't you even dare.

I lockes my phone and focused back on what I was doing, picking up my blush brush.

It disgusted me when people commented on my posts that I was too fake because of the fact that I wear make-up. I wear it because it makes me feel good and safe. I use it to enhance my features, not to hide the reality. I loved myself with and without make-up, I knew beauty wasn't my lack. I didn't need it to be happy, that's the reality. But if I have the possibility to use it, I will.

Suddently, when the clock marked 08:57 and I was layed down on the bed, a video of me and Charles dancing at the club last night popped up on my for you page.

We were hyping up eachother, laughing like two fools.

It didn't bother me, I was fully aware that I was an influencer and Charles was mega famous, so it was normal that people would end up recognising us and, eventually, record us. I tapped on the comment section, coming across a pretty good amount of people saying great stuff about us.

omg they're so cute, i can't deal with them

NEED THIS COUPLE RIGHT NOW

chat, is this real?

i honestly don't know who is more lucky, victoria or charles