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I LIE IN BED, my face nestled under the covers, silence filling the room. it's 9am on a saturday, the streets full of people getting ready for qualifying for the monaco grand prix hours prior. it wouldn't be long before my mother wakes me up, forcing me to make an appearance despite my recent protests. to be honest, she'll only want me to go so i can support charles, but i actually couldn't care less about him. i only really agree to go because i have friends on the grid.
mine and charles' families have been close for as long as i can remember, with both of us coming from la condamine in monaco, we were almost always together. over the years, our friendship only grew, especially after the unfortunate deaths of hervé leclerc and jules bianchi. however, despite our family bond, charles and i have never managed to get along. with him being my older brother's best friend, i could barely tolerate the pair in highschool. them and their stupid pranks and jokes, they made sure the whole school knew who they were and where they came from while i was stuck living in my brother's shadow despite being the better dubois sibling. obviously.
as predicted, my peace is interrupted by my door being dramatically swung open, my mother walking in, a small smile on her face. 'théadora dubois. réveillez-vous!' manon dubois speaks, pulling the duvet off me as i groan, turning in bed. (wake up!)
'non, maman. s'il vous plait.' i beg, hiding my face in my pillow as my mother just scoffs. (no, mama, please.)
'come on. you can't spend all day in bed. you need to go to support charles.' the elder woman speaks, walking across the room and opening the curtains as she lets natural light into my room.
i practically groan at the mention of his name. 'why? i don't even like him.' i speak honestly, earning a look from my mother as i haul myself out of bed and walk to my en suite bathroom.
'théa, you've been like this since you were children.' she speaks, following me to the bathroom as i start brushing my teeth while listening to my mother. 'you still have to go. you're not getting out of this.' she continues. 'i think arthur will be there too. he should be.'
with arthur and i being the same age, we're probably as close as charles and hugo are. i look at my mother before spitting in the sink, rinsing my mouth out and doing my morning skincare and my curly hair routine. 'fine. i'll go.' i speak before putting spf and moisturiser on. my mother smiles at my response, clapping her hands a little as she pecks my cheek.
'thank you. get ready. daniel will come and pick you and hugo up in a bit.' the shorter woman speaks as she starts walking out, the maids coming in to fix my bed. 'your father and i will come when it starts.' i nod as my mother leaves my room before i head out of my bathroom and dismiss the maids, walking into my walk in closet and picking out an outfit. i groan in annoyance before taking out my leclerc football shirt, pairing it with a short black cargo skirt and a pair of my adidas campus' in black.
