Carlos POV
He tells himself not to be scared as this is all just a mistake. He is ready to defend himself to Niña's Dad. He is about to at least say hi but -
"You drunk married?" the dad asks.
"No!"
"Yes."
They answer the same time and that leaves the dad confused.
"Can you please not tell Mama?" Niña lost her mood. She's gone cold. And it shuts him up.
The dad glances at him once more - examining him from head to toe. "Do you have a decent job, rich kid?"
Rich kid? Does it really show?
Niña stops her dad, "He is not answering questions. His name is Carlos by the way. From... Spain?" she looks at him seeking for response.
His eyes switches direction from Niña to the dad and back to Niña "Madrid."
"And he's leaving. Can you give us a lift? He's in a hurry." the dad glances at him once more from head to toe.
Apparently, the dad who's name is John as he heard, supervised the food catering at the same wedding chapel. It's their business. Observing the both of them, they seem to be off.
They take the backseat - sitting at both ends of the car. Quiet. Except the radio songs the dad is playing. Finally after an eventful morning, he now has time to process what happened.
F*** I'm married. Yup - that's the first thing that comes to his mind. He glances at his wife. She's quiet and cold unlike the fun and warm woman he met last night. And to be honest, a flush of guilt runs in his veins seeing her this devastated about her marriage. But it's not like he can stay married! This is purely totally a huge mistake of him being so drunk asking her to marry him - and her saying yes. He better stay away from her, make her believe and realize they are not meant to be together. And that she is still free to remarry!
His chest pounds as they approach his hotel. It's way quiet compared to how it was the whole Vegas grand prix week. Those sci-fi like lights and shows probably enchanted him to lose his straight mind. Those party music, slot machine kachings, and overflowing drinks and cocktails cost him his marital status. Good thing that no one's speaking in the car so he can keep himself together - the very thing he does when he's annoyed or angry, he keeps his mouth shut.
He thanks them for the ride. He just hopes there's no paparazzi around. He takes a peek outside to check and once secured, he takes look at Niña again.
"I'm leaving. Let's uh... Keep in touch."
She meets his eyes as if saying don't leave me, honey or take me with you mi amor just like a real wife. She takes a deep breath and says "Yeah. You take care."
He slowly lifts his hand to wave her and the dad goodbye and gets out of the car. He feels a hint of relief after taking a few steps but he hears the car door slams.
"Carlos."
He rolls his eyes like an irritated child. He slowly turns to the owner of the voice. At this moment, that piece of relief leaves his body. He gathers strength again to talk to the owner of that voice - Niña.
She extends her hand, "Give me back the ring. It's not yours."
He looks at the ring in his finger. It's not mine? Before he could take it off, a familiar voice comes from his back.
"Carlos, where have you been?" says a guy who looks like he just got pubes. "Where did you teleport last night?" he looks at Niña. "Heeeey, I'm Landon..."
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FanfictionRight after the Las Vegas Grand Prix, Carlos spent the night partying his exhaustion away. But in the morning, he woke up next to a woman wearing what seemed to be a wedding ring - which looked exactly the same as what was on his ring finger.
