A HIT NEW BOMBSHELL ENTERS THE F1 WORLD
Celia Winter, the first woman to ever win a Grand Prix and the woman that almost (by 9 points) won the world championships her second year
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Max followed Celia through the bustling streets of Barcelona, slightly annoyed but doing his best to hide it. Shopping wasn't exactly his favorite activity, especially not when he could be relaxing after a race weekend. But when Celia wanted something, it was hard to say no.
"Do you really need to take me shopping? In Barcelona?" complained Max "I'm not marrying you in a RedBull Shirt and khaki shorts" said Celia intertwining their fingers "I have other clothes, you know?" "Yes of course I know we share a closet and I had to help move all of your clothes from your apartment to our house" she pulled him with her into the next shop
"Hi I am Celia Winter I called yesterday about having some suits tailored for my boyfriend" stated the blonde "oh yes of course, I will get the colour palette for you and then I can take his measurements" Celia smiled "Great" Max having understood almost nothing of the spanish conversation just looked confused next to his girlfriend
"She will take your measurements, I'll have a look at the colours so any wishes?" Max just sighed "I don't care, just no pink or red" "sure" Celia pressed a kiss on his cheek before looking at the colour palette while Max got his measurements taken
"Alright we are done did you choose the colours?" asked the tailor "oh yeah, one in cream, one in navy blue and one in gray" Celia handed the palette back and proceed to pay before dragged Max to the next shop to buy a dress for their courthouse wedding (of course she would eventually buy a real wedding dress for the big wedding but Max wouldn't see that dress til that day because that would be bad luck)
As they entered a boutique specializing in elegant but understated dresses, Celia's eyes lit up. She began browsing the racks, occasionally glancing at Max to gauge his reactions, even though she knew he wouldn't see her final dress until the big day.
"So, what do you think?" Celia asked, holding up a simple but beautiful white dress with delicate lace detailing.
Max shrugged, trying his best to be supportive but not knowing much about dresses. "It looks...nice?"
Celia rolled her eyes with a grin. "You're impossible."
She disappeared into the fitting room to try it on, leaving Max standing outside, scrolling through his phone to pass the time. When she finally emerged, his breath caught in his throat. The dress fit her perfectly, hugging her figure in all the right places, with an elegance that made his heart skip a beat.
Max's eyes softened as he took her in. "You look... beautiful," he said, his voice more genuine now.
Celia beamed, her cheeks flushing slightly. "This might be the one, then."
They made the purchase, and as they walked back to their hotel, hand in hand, Celia felt a sense of contentment wash over her. They were making decisions together, planning their future, and it all felt so right.
