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Mirabella
— May 25th, 2023. Monte Carlo, Monaco.
My phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table - despite not remembering putting it there. I shot up from my pillow, the movement stunning my body, a soreness developing at the back of my head. Still, my phone rattled away.
NEW IMESSAGE
FROM 'CARLA'𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 & 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢
Today 07:44 AM
carla
omg bella are you awake?carla
bella wake upcarla
bella seriously wake upcarla
bellacarla
bellacarla
bella# 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 07:49 𝘼𝙈
# 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 07:53 𝘼𝙈
# 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 07:59 𝘼𝙈
The words morphed into one another as I glared at the screen. Unable to think, I phoned her, met with nothing. Once more - nothing. I realised it was nearly four o'clock in the morning in Miami; of course she wouldn't be awake.
Then, it dawned on me why she had messaged me in the first place.
I had been tagged in various posts from various accounts, each with the same message, directing to a page from a small Formula 1 forum. As I waited for the page to load, I sat up steadily, the pang in my head only worsening.
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