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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"So are you gonna let me win the championship today?" Max laughed at his girlfriend who had her arms wrapped around him from the back "in your dreams" "in my dreams we usually aren't driving" Celia smiled
"You aren't even on pole and still you think you'll win?" asked Max "even if I finish second and Charles manages to keep P1 in his shitbox i would win as long as you don't finish before me" explained the blonde
"Well I'll fight you for all of it, Schatz" said Max "then I'll beat you" "And Sandra will murder us if I kiss you on live TV in front of everyone" added Max "well she can try" Celia giggled and kissed Max cheek before letting go of him and making her way into the bathroom of their hotel room.
"Finally fuck," he muttered, but she could still hear it when she walked to the door. She unlocked it and opened it and found herself face to face with Max. "Hi!" He smiled brightly, as if he wasn't just commenting on how long she had been in the bathroom. He threw a bunch of clothes from his hand on the floor behind her before putting his hands on her sides, and maneuvered around her through the door before letting go.
"Hello and goodbye," she hung her towel over rack before picking up his oversized shirt, which she had worn in bed the night before.
"Aw," Max said as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor . "So that's a no to shower with me?" There was a subtle grin on his face that Celia had the urge to wipe off. She was in love with him but annoying him was her life's mission.
"The biggest no you'll ever hear in your entire life," Celia smiled at him with a smile before stepping out of the bathroom. "I just straightened my hair and I won't do it again."
"And I don't rank as more important?"
Celia mocked. "absolutely not. I know my priorities. See you at the driver's parade!" She closed the door behind him.
"Goodbye!" She just heard him calling over the sound of running water.
The Las Vegas Grand Prix was set to be a spectacle of lights, excitement, and high-speed action. The Strip was transformed into a dazzling race track, a fitting stage for what would become a monumental race in Formula 1 history. Celia, in peak form, was contending for the championship, a title within grasp if she could secure a victory here.
As the race commenced, the neon glow of Las Vegas blurred past in a whirl of colors. The energy was palpable, the stakes higher than ever. All eyes were on the contenders, especially Celia and Max, who had demonstrated exceptional skill throughout the season.
The race took a heart-stopping turn when Lando, experienced a terrifying crash on lap 4. His car clipped the barrier on a tight corner, sending sparks flying as it spun across the track before slamming into the safety barriers. The crowd gasped, the race came to a standstill, and emergency teams rushed to his aid.
Celia, who was a few cars in front of him, saw the crash unfold on a screen around the track. Her heart skipped a beat, her mind raced with concern for Lando. She managed to navigate the chaos, her focus momentarily shattered. Over the team radio, the urgency in her voice was clear, "Is he okay? Please tell me he's okay."
