When a woman with a dark, secretive past, falls in love, with not one, not two, but three Formula 1 drivers. But the only question is, who will she choose
OC (Jules Bianchi's "daughter," and Former racer) X Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, and Charle...
A/N: I'm still learning French, so until I know it completely, I will be using Google translate. Feel free to comment and share if I write anything wrong!! Remember to vote!!
Lana's point of view
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As the plane's wheels touched down on the tarmac, Elliott's excitement bubbled over, his little voice filled with wonder as he marveled at the wonders of his Lightning McQueen backpack. "Look, Mama, Look! My Lighting McQueen backpack makes me faster," he exclaimed, already darting around the airport terminal.
I called after him, trying to rein in his exuberance, "Elliott! Elliott, don't run around until we're closer to finding Aunt Tilly." But my words seemed to fall on deaf ears as he continued his impromptu race around the bustling airport.
"Do you need help carrying anything, Mon Amour?" I asked Elliott, offering my assistance as he proudly declared his independence.
"No, I am a Big Kid now so I can do it all by myself," he replied with a sense of determination that belied his tender age.
I couldn't help but smile at his confidence as I reached out to take his hand, guiding him through the throngs of people in search of Tilly.
But our journey was not without its obstacles, as Elliott's enthusiasm led him crashing into a tall man who stood in our path. I apologized profusely to the man, my heart racing as I worried about Elliott's safety.
But to my surprise, the man's stern expression softened as he took in our predicament, his eyes twinkling with amusement as Elliott attempted to recall his name, after telling me he is a racer.
"Maman, he is, he is," he tries to recall the man's name, but fails. The blue eyed man chuckles at E, "My name is Max," He tries to continue his sentence, but Elliott interrupts him.
"MAX, MAX VERSTAPPEN!! Maman!! He drives for Red Bull in Formula 1!!"
The man chuckles again, and I shoot Elliott a look, then mutter, "Elliott, that was rude, you know you aren't supposed to interrupt people."
Elliott apologizes to the man, then the man asks us, "Are you guys Red Bull Fans?"
I laugh at the question, and Elliott immediately shakes his head no, "No, Red Bull sucks!! Ferrari is the best!"
The man rolls his eyes, angrily, "No, You want to know what Sucks?! FERRARI FUCKING SUCKS!! They Have shit cars, shit strategies, shit everything!"
My eyes widen, Did he just curse in front of My kid? Surely, a grown ass adult knows not to do that in front of a child. I mean, who does this motherfucker think he is?
I go to yell at him, to put him in his place, but just as tensions threatened to escalate, a familiar voice cut through the air, drawing us towards its source like a beacon in the night.
