Book 1 of Monte Carlo Series
Escaping her chaotic past, Katrina moves to Monaco to start a new life. With a single bag and a guitar, she sets on a brand new journey to reacquaint with herself and maybe find love along the way.
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The earlier revelation about Charles' identity piqued Katrina's curiosity. The idea of having some of the top twenty Formula 1 drivers in the world passed out in her home from last night's events seemed almost surreal.
Sofia, ever the thoughtful friend, suggested that Katrina watch a race to better understand the world the men around her inhabited. When Katrina asked for a personal recommendation, Sofia didn't hesitate: the 2019 Belgian Grand Prix. She explained that while there had been many exciting races over the years, this one stood out as her favorite.
Katrina soon realized Sofia was right. Just a few laps into the race, she found herself fighting back tears as the commentator described the events leading up to the race. It had been a somber day for the racing community, having lost another young life just a day before. Anthoine Hubert's tragic passing weighed heavily on everyone. Charles and the other drivers paid tribute to Hubert, and it was hard for Katrina to imagine the grief and emotional turmoil they were experiencing, despite knowing the risks of their profession. The rawness of it all made her appreciate their courage and passion even more.
Around Lap 20 of the race, Katrina heard footsteps approaching.
"Belgian Grand Prix 2019—that was a good race," Max's voice cut through her thoughts as he walked into the room.
The two women turned to find him approaching.
"Good morning. Breakfast is on the table. Coffee or tea?" Katrina greeted him.
"Do you happen to have a Red Bull?" Max asked, his voice tinged with a hint of shyness.
"Yeah, I've got some. But Red Bull this early?" Katrina raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Don't judge," Max laughed.
Katrina paused the race and stood, going to her secret stash of energy drinks. She returned and handed him a can of Red Bull.
"Help yourself to some breakfast too. And if you're nursing a hangover, I've got meds," she added with a smile.
Once everything was settled, she returned to her seat and resumed watching the race.
"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are we doing here?" Max inquired, chewing on his breakfast.
"There were a lot of miscommunications last night. Everyone except Charles and I was sober, so we decided to let everyone crash here," Katrina explained.
"Why are we watching Charlie boy's first—"
"MAX!" Sofia exclaimed, stopping him mid-sentence.
"What?" Max asked, his confusion clear.
"Don't spoil the race," Sofia said, shaking her head.
