❝Falling for him wasn't falling at all. It was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you're home.❞
In which Hollywood actress Alexandra Heroux returns to the world of F1 after almost a decade, only to fall for Charles Leclerc.
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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Monaco coastline. Charles Leclerc meticulously planned a night that was meant to etch itself into the tapestry of their shared history.
He had chosen their favorite spot - a discreet, intimate restaurant tucked away from the prying eyes of the world. The venue, nestled along the waterfront, offered a panoramic view of the twinkling lights that adorned the principality.
As Charles checked his reflection in the mirror, his nerves danced like phantom butterflies in his stomach. He adjusted the collar of his carefully chosen navy suit, the one he knew Alexandra loved.
In his hand, he clutched a small velvet box containing the engagement ring.
Tonight was the night he would ask the woman he loved to be his forever. Lexi, unaware of Charles' plan, joined him in the elegance of her favorite red dress. The couple set out from their apartment, Charles stealing glances at her radiant smile, trying to anticipate the joy he knew would illuminate her face later that evening.
Arriving at the restaurant, Charles had orchestrated everything - the secluded corner table with a candlelit ambiance, the soft murmur of a violinist in the background, and the scent of their favorite dishes wafting through the air. He watched her eyes light up as they entered, a hint of surprise mixed with delight.
Their favorite waiter, Marco, greeted them with a warm smile, escorting them to their private haven. The evening breeze carried whispers of the Mediterranean, and the stars above seemed to wink approvingly at Charles' grand plan. The atmosphere was electric with the promise of an unforgettable night.
The waiter discreetly poured champagne into crystal flutes as Charles and Lexi settled into their seats. The soft glow of candlelight played on Lexi's features, casting a mesmerizing aura around her. Charles, stealing another glance at the ring in his pocket, felt a rush of excitement and nervousness.
In the quiet moments between courses, Charles took Lexi's hand, tracing circles with his thumb, feeling the warmth that always seemed to radiate from her. He could hardly contain the anticipation building within him. It was the calm before the storm of emotions he hoped to unleash with a simple question.
Tonight was different. Tonight, Charles had orchestrated a symphony of romance, culminating in a proposal he had meticulously planned. The night seemed to hold its breath as Charles, adorned in a sharp suit, surreptitiously checked the ring nestled in his pocket.
The ambiance was a silent conspirator in Charles' grand gesture. Strings of fairy lights adorned the terrace, casting a gentle glow on the couple's faces. The night air carried the melody of waves, harmonizing with the distant laughter of other diners. Everything was in its perfect place, like pieces on a chessboard aligning for a checkmate.
As the dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate mousse, the curtain was ready to fall on Charles' carefully choreographed act. He felt the weight of the ring pressing against his thigh, a constant reminder of the life-altering question that lingered. His nerves mingled with anticipation, creating a crescendo within him.
