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[ double update: make sure to read chapter 42 before you read this one. also note only 2 more chapters left so basically we will be done soon :( i'm excited to start my logan sargeant book but i'm sad to see this one end. dont forget to vote. comment. share. x Vi ]

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The neon lights of the Las Vegas Strip glittered in the cool desert night, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the makeshift track. It was the inaugural Las Vegas Grand Prix.

Free Practice One kicked off. Aelina had made her way out for her first round around the track wondering how this track was going to suit their car. Porsche was running a new livery and Aelina had a special helmet. Her helmet was shimmering gold with poker chips and a queen of diamonds on the back of the helmet with her number 13 under it.

"Yellow flag in sector 3," Andy informed her.

Aelina was in sector two still a bit before she got to where the yellow flag was until her radio chimed again. "Red Flag, red flag. Bring it back in."

"What's going on?"

"Carlos stopped on the track."

"Is he okay?"

"Yes, he is out of the car, could be engine issues."

"Okay, copy."

Aelina returned to the Porsche garage. Aelina climbed out of her car, pulling off her shimmering gold helmet and running a hand through her hair. She handed her helmet to Theo and walked over to Andy.

She watched the screen showing track footage, showing Carlos's car being towed away. "At least Carlos is okay."

Another twenty minutes into the red flagged session it was declared the session wouldn't resume because of track issues. A drain cover had lifted up and it damaged Carlos's car. Since FP1 wasn't going to be resumed. The team decided they'll study the little data they did gather but at that very instant Aelina was allowed to leave. She rushed over to the Ferrari paddock station to see her brother, knowing he would have been in his driver room.

When she knocked on the door, she heard hushed voices before his girlfriend Rebecca opened the door. "Hey," Rebecca smiled at her. She then turned towards the room pushing the door open, Carlos and her father were seated in the room.

"Mi hermano, me alegra mucho que estés bien." Aelina rushed over to her brother pulling him into a hug. (my brother, so glad you are okay.)

"Estoy bien, Carlos said hugging her back.

She sat down next to him, the two of them talking about what happened. The more she learnt and the level of damage to the car where the hole had reached the cockpit had her freaking out.

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The roar of engines filled the air around the Las Vegas Strip that they were racing down. A night race. Aelina sat in her Porsche, helmet on, hands gripping the steering wheel. The lights of the city glimmered in the distance, but her focus was solely on the five lights ahead. Starting from P14 after a difficult qualifying session, she knew she had to push hard to make up positions.