A HIT NEW BOMBSHELL ENTERS THE F1 WORLD
Celia Winter, the first woman to ever win a Grand Prix and the woman that almost (by 9 points) won the world championships her second year
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"Can I get an autograph, please?" asked a little boy who was about 8 years old "sure" Celia stopped on her way into the paddock for Quali day and sighed his cap
"Julius come on we have to get you to school, we will be late" WAIT Celia knew that voice "but mom it's Celia Winter, she is awesome" begged the little boy and the mother turned around to look at Celia
Both women froze on the spot. Celia felt like she was looking into a mirror the woman looked exactly like her except she was about 25 years older and had brunette hair. But Celias hair was always dyed blonde since she was 18. It was scary. A shiver ran down Celias spine as she looked at the woman that had left her family 10 years ago.
"Mama" Celia starred at her with an open mouth "Celia" their starring contest got cut short by Sandra "Celia we have to go, you got meetings"
"Oh, sorry" the blonde shook her head "but let me introduce you, Mom this is Sandie she is George's fiancé and Sandie that's my mom" "ähm" the two awkwardly shook hands
"I'm sorry but we really got to go" said Celias mom then and pulled the boy with her away from the crowd
"What the fuck—" said Sandra looking at Celia in shock "yeah, get my siblings on a call and get me Lando, I think I'll have a mental breakdown"
Ten minutes later the shock had set and Celia actually realised what had happened to her. She had met her mom. Her mother was living in Singapore. Her mom had another child. She had a half brother.
But she didn't cry. She couldn't and wouldn't.
As Celia retreated to the quieter confines of the team's motorhome, the chaos of the paddock seemed a world away. Her heart raced, a mix of disbelief and suppressed emotions swirling within her. She found herself seated on one of the plush sofas, her hands trembling slightly as she awaited Lando's arrival.
Moments later, Lando walked in, his face etched with concern. He noticed Celia's distress immediately, his approach gentle. "Hey, Lia," he started, his voice soft as he sat down beside her. "I heard what happened. Are you okay?"
Celia shook her head, the magnitude of the encounter still settling in. "I—I just saw her, Lando. After all these years, she was right there." Her voice was a whisper, laden with a decade's worth of questions and what-ifs.
Lando reached out, his hand finding her arm in a comforting squeeze. "I can't even imagine what you're feeling right now, but I'm here for you. Whatever you need."
Encouraged by his support, Celia took a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking again. "Thank you, Lando. I... I need to tell my siblings. They deserve to know."
With Lando's reassuring presence beside her, Celia dialed her siblings on a video call. As their faces appeared on the screen, her heart squeezed—this wasn't how she wanted to reunite with her mother, nor how she wished to share such news.
