REGRET🏎️[2]

6:00

LANDO

I take a glass of champagne,drinking it.
the champagne drowning the aching feeling in my body.
the collar of my shirt choking me,sucking all the air from me as I flatten my suit down before opening the large,wooden,door which stands before me.

"Lando,wait"

her voice echoes around me,my body leaning on the door as I turn to look at her.
my jaw clenches as I stare at her.The long orange dress wrapping her perfectly on every inch of her body,the curled hair lying there as she slightly smiles at me.

she's beautiful,perfect.

"you look beautiful Mercedes "

the words slowly leave my mouth as she comes towards me,rapping her arm on me,holding my bicep as she brushes herself down as she turns to me,given her warm touch sends a spark of electricity through my body.

"don't flatter yourself Norris" she replies ever so effortlessly,holding my eyes with hers.

I chuckle shaking my head at her bitter response,my eyes returning to hers as a small smile forms on her face.

"you ready?"I say,not so sure I am.

she nods in return,her grip tightening on me as I tower over her.my heartbeat increasing heavily as I pull the door wide,allowing both of us to walk through.

White flashes consume my surroundings as cameras are shoved and voices are yelled.

I've been to this gala many times but for some reason this year I can't seem to be steady.
Steady with my breathing or even my talking.
my whole body on the verge of collapsing,this year is going to be massive I can feel it,the pressure sinking in as me and Amelia make it towards the McLaren table.

I open her chair as she lets go of me,the lingering touch echoing around my body.

"Thank you"she whispers,as she sits down,straightening her self as the flashes ache Into the background.

I slightly push her chair in before sitting down myself,admiring her smile,laughter and voice as she greets everyone around her.

I watch her talk with everyone,her smile growing bigger and bigger,her features all shinning at me.God she was beautiful, the word beautiful isn't even enough to describe her beauty,she was elegant but not rich,she was sweet but sour and most of all her eyes plastered the colour brown ever so gracefully.

Those eyes slowly met mine and I froze,embarrassed I got caught,I decide to look away;hoping she didn't think much of it,until I saw her little grin as she stood up to hug her best friend Victoria, a person with a kind heart.

she sat down beside Amelia,instantly speaking with the whole table as we began to eat the plates beneath us.

An hour or so passes before the gala really begins,I quickly check my phone,regretting it immediately when a bunch of Twitter notifications have flooded the screen.I ignore them and go back to talking to Andrew before the ceremony really starts.

Ferraris table was first, both drivers walking up to the stage as two massive cameras follow them,all the spotlight on them.

God.