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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Taylor Swift newest album the tortured poet department was playing quietly from Celias music box while she was doing her warm up in her drivers room.
Nico, whom she had invited to Imola, was sitting on her couch scrolling through probably twitters. Their relationship could probably best be described as the one Mark and Oscar shared but Nico wasn't her manager.
The music stopped when her timer went off. She stopped doing her warm up and looked at Nico while turning her box off.
"So have you decided if you wanna come to our hospitality to watch Seb driving Sennas car?" asked the 24 year old "you'll sneak off with Max won't you?" questioned the 38 year old
"probably but Lewis promised to be there" Celia winked at him making him groan "fine let's go" he was dressed in a creme coloured suit while Celia was already wearing her race suit with the upper part and arms hanging around her hips
They made their way to the hospitality area, but as expected, Celia soon found an opportunity to slip away. She texted Max, and they met in a quiet, secluded spot behind the paddock.
"Hi," Max greeted her with a grin, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"Hi yourself," Celia replied, her voice softening as she looked up at him.
They shared a lingering kiss, the tension of the upcoming race momentarily forgotten. For a few precious minutes, it was just the two of them, stealing time away from the chaos.
"Be careful out there today," Max murmured against her lips, his concern evident.
"I always am," she replied, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before they reluctantly parted ways.
The engines roared as the lights went out, signaling the start of the race. Celia's heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline surging through her veins. She had a good start, deftly maneuvering her car through the initial laps, skillfully overtaking her rivals one by one. Her focus was razor-sharp, her determination evident in every turn and acceleration.
"Keep pushing, Celia. You're doing great," her race engineer's voice crackled through the radio.
"Understood," Celia replied, her voice steady despite the intensity of the race.
By lap 15, she had climbed up to third place. Her teammate provided updates on the cars ahead, giving her crucial information to plan her next moves. The crowd's cheers grew louder with every lap as Celia closed in on the leaders.
"Car ahead is slowing down, prepare to overtake," her engineer advised.
"I see it," Celia responded, her eyes narrowing in focus. She seized the opportunity, skillfully passing the second-place car. The crowd erupted in applause, but Celia remained focused.
