The Formula 1 Series - Part I: Liz & George

Qualifying

During breakfast the next morning I wondered about last night. Has he had plans to go to this club all along? Did he made plans after he knew we were going out? I mean he invited me to drinks at the hotel bar – so either he hasn't had plans for that night, or he meant to go to the club afterwards. Both options sound weird. And who was he with? His girlfriend? And why is he texting me while having a girlfriend? And what kind of person am I, texting back? I would never want any girl to feel betrayed by me. But on the other hand it was friendly all along. So why should I worry?

I got angry with myself for even thinking that much about it. I was angrily starring into my cup of coffee.

"Hey, Liz! Listen to her!" Naomi shouted.

"What?" I asked.

"Well maybe it is best if you read for yourself." Elsa said.

"No, no, then I tell her! Your Georgie Boy is single." Naomi had the biggest grin on her face.

"No he is not. His girlfriends name is Carmen and they have been a dream couple since forever" I said. "I follow the sport." I added, as it noticed this information seemed like I have looked him up on Google.

"Yeah, maybe they were. But it has been released that they separated months ago. They kept it quiet, I guess." Naomi said.

"Good for them. It seems like getting no press attention at all. I have not heard anybody talk about it so far, though it was apparently released on Monday." Sarah said.

"I only heard Charles mention it briefly." Elsa said and quickly looked onto her plate.

"What did he say? Spit it out Elsa!" Naomi said.

"Well he just mentioned they haven't been seen together all season and that many people in the paddock already kind of knew." Elsa said, red as fire.

I quickly realized Elsa was not uncomfortable about the information itself, but rather who she heard it from. Interesting. I looked to Naomi. But Naomi did not catch my glance and I left this topic for now.

"What are you going to wear to the paddock today?" Naomi looked at me again.

"Umm, just similar stuff as the days before I guess?" I answered confused.

"No, no. You will borrow something black from me today. I make sure you spend way more time with Mercedes than Ferrari today, you will want to wear their colors." Naomi said.

I must say I got a bit nervous while getting ready. Naomi even offered to give me hear silver jewelry to match with Mercedes colors even better. I told her how absurd she was getting revolving around that topic and that George Russell is solely polite to someone who actually cares for the sport and not the outfits to wear to the paddock. She laughed it off and continued with shoes: „I think you should wear those sneakers to tone down the dress a bit. If we put you in heels now, he won't be able to get in this tight car, if you know what I mean." She grinned. „You look amazing, baby."

She was right. Her black turtleneck dress complimented my figure a lot. It put the attention away from my chest towards my neck and my defined jawline. Despite being her dress, I am sure she has brought it to this trip for me from the beginning. Otherwise it would feel loose around my chest and though black is kind of my color - like every blond looks good in black - her dark skin really screams for white and bright colors.

The dress fit right down until the waist and then fell down to a few inches above my knees. It was the perfect length for me to feel comfortable in and the light knitted material made it look elegant but summery.

I followed her advise and put on regular sneakers. It built a nice contrast with the classic dress and I put my hair up in a ponytail to bring even more attention to my neckline.