Horner's Daughter- A Lewis Hamilton Fanfiction

Chapter 13- A Father's Fury

As the euphoria of the night began to fade, Charlotte and Lewis quickly composed themselves, slipping back into their formal attire with practiced ease. With a bittersweet smile, Charlotte decided it was time to make her exit, hoping to leave before anyone noticed their absence.

She turned to Lewis, her heart heavy with the weight of impending goodbye. "I should probably head home," she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. "But I just wanted to say how much fun I've had tonight."

Lewis returned her smile, his eyes reflecting the warmth of their shared moments. "Me too, Charlotte," he replied, his voice filled with genuine affection. "I'll text you later, okay?"

Charlotte nodded, her heart fluttering with anticipation at the thought of hearing from him again. "I'd like that," she said, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his lips. "Goodnight, Lewis."

With a final lingering glance, Charlotte turned and made her way out of the bathroom, her steps echoing in the dimly lit hallway as she headed for the exit.

But her euphoric joy was shattered when she arrived home to find her father waiting for her, his expression twisted in fury. Confusion clouded her mind as she struggled to comprehend the source of his anger.

"What's wrong, Dad?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Her father's glare bore into her, his voice sharp with accusation. "How could you do this, Charlotte? I warned you from the very beginning to stay away from him, and yet here you are, making a mockery of yourself at the BAFTAs."

Charlotte's heart sank as his words washed over her, the realization dawning upon her like a cold wave crashing over her. "Dad, I—"

But her father cut her off, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You even made a joke about Daniel Ricciardo, Charlotte. A former Red Bull driver. Do you have any idea what kind of message that sends?"

Charlotte's mind raced as she tried to make sense of his accusations. "It was for work, Dad," she protested, her voice tinged with frustration. "I didn't choose to be there."

But her father's fury remained unyielding. "That's no excuse, Charlotte. You should have known better than to put yourself in that position."

Tears pricked at the corners of Charlotte's eyes as she struggled to defend herself against her father's accusations. "I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I didn't mean to disappoint you."

But her father's expression remained unmoved, his disappointment casting a shadow over their once close bond. And as Charlotte retreated to her room, her heart heavy with guilt and regret, she couldn't shake off the sinking feeling that she had irreparably damaged their relationship.