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26th november 2023, abu dhabi
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"WHY AM I NERVOUS?" Max shook his hands and jumped up and down with nerves. Ella and Millie watched in confusion, they truly had no idea why he was so nervous. "Max. You've already claimed the title, you're on pole. What is there to be nervous about?"
"I don't know!" He said, at a slightly higher pitch than he'd have liked. He knew why he was nervous. Tonight, he was going to kiss Antonella Bonardi.
"You're going to do great!" Ella comforted, Max nodded and took a deep breath. "Princess give me a hug, I have to go. I'll see you after the race." Max lifted his daughter into a hug. He went to kiss Ella on the forehead before he caught sight of the camera on them. So he put Millie down and got into his car.
The whole race, Max's head was elsewhere. How should he do it? Should he take her out to dinner and kiss her at the door? Like they did in the movies? Like they had almost done in Monaco after their dinner?
No. It had to be natural. Max convinced himself. He was running out of options, he had thought of every possible one, but none felt right. He was meant to be going to dinner with his family after flying back to Monaco, it was going to be a long night. Max hoped Ella and Millie would get some sleep on the plane.
What if she rejected him? What if she pushed him away?
Max snapped back to reality as his engineer spoke to him on the radio. "Sorry. Yes. Copy." He answered quickly, he needed to focus. Everything else he could worry about later.
After the race, Max practically skipped back to the Redbull garage. He was shocked to discover Antonella was nowhere to be found. Millie was sat on top of a desk, with Nico. He greeted his daughter and immediately asked where Ella was. "Where is she?"
