Midnight, The Stars & You

40.

a/n: I've had this chapter planned for awhile but the way I wrote it felt a bit rushed? I couldn't really think of any other way, so I apologize if anyone reads it and is like... girl what 😂 but I hope you all will enjoy!

There will be more behind it in the next chapter as well! :)

I attached an instrumental song from a movie and I was listening to it while I wrote! It just feels like what would be playing in the background lol. Anyway, thanks for reading!

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Present day
Monaco

The race ended with a win for Max Verstappen. Mad Max. Ginny was not surprised. She had been in the stands with Chloe and Henry and all the others. Chloe said she liked to sit in the stands because she didn't want to play favorites.

She could be in the extravagant waiting area for Ferrari because of Charles, but she preferred to be around the lively crowd that repped shirts from McLaren all the way to Williams.

There was variety.

Ginny thought it was sweet that Chloe wanted to be somewhere that she could pull for anyone, including Pierre. She noticed something bitter-sweet in Chloe's applause for her ex-boyfriend... and Ginny wondered if she'd always have that too.

Pierre came in seventh, right behind Charles.

Ginny knew Pierre would be fuming. Or maybe he'd be the Pierre that was kind and loving and thoughtful.

Who knew?

She certainly hoped that Pierre would show his sweet side when she confessed, otherwise she'd go back to New York just like all those years ago: heartbroken.

She couldn't change her mind now, she couldn't back down- it was now or never. The group had made their way back on the grid, making way to find Charles and surprisingly Max. Chloe wanted to congratulate him.

Henry did too, and that's why he was such a gentleman. Ginny patted her friend on the back and nodded towards the Alpine garage.

"I'm going to find Pierre."

"Good luck." Chloe winked, showing off a bright smile.

Timothée stood on her other side and reached his hand out to mess up her hair. "Love you sis."

"Love you too." Ginny felt some tears swelling in her eyes, just out of the generosity of her friends and family.

She sucked in a harsh breath, mentally preparing for the unpaved road ahead. Anything could happen. Good or bad. She turned her back on the group and marched over to the French team. She squeezed past reporters and photographers, all trying to get in touch with the drivers for a post-race comment. She ducked behind bulky cameras and hopped over thick wires snaking back to the metal gates around the perimeter. Her badge kept smacking against her chest with each stride.

Ginny paused for a moment, just outside the Alpine garage. She closed her eyes, hearing the memory of a shrill scream in the back of her mind.

"You don't know anything, Pierre! You wouldn't ever understand because you can only think about yourself!"

"You think what we shared was real? That I'd love you forever... we'd live happily ever after... I'm not Charles, Ginny."

She opened her eyes and smoothed out her white tee shirt. Her hands were shaky as they ran down her washed-out jean shorts. She breathed in and out until her heart calmed. She wasn't in the past... she was in the present. And it was time for her to speak her truth. She pushed forward and rounded the corner into the garage. There were a ton of workers milling around, examining the two cars that sat side-by-side.