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.
Author's Note : The screenshots, message conversations and photos used in this whole series are all either edited/fake or taken from pinterest. Any similarity with real and existing usernames are purely coincidental. Again, these are not real posts of the artists/athletes/racers in this story.
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Timeline : Same day as Chapter Fifteen (A/N : I am really so sorry for all the back and forths in the timeline)
Katrina spent the following day cooped up in her small home studio. Over the past few months during her break, she had slowly started to rediscover her lost passion for music. The thought of returning to the stage still hadn't fully settled in her mind, but she was able to start writing music again, one note at a time.
The week leading up to Charles' departure for Maranello felt like a slow torture. There was a melody that kept looping in her head—so catchy, so good, that ignoring it would be a waste. She felt a strong urge to write it down, even if the song never saw the light of day. It deserved to be captured, to be written down, no matter what.
Come meet me at seven and stay til eleven But won't go to bed then cause this feels like heaven It's true though, kinda cool so, let's just stay here tonight At seven in my house, we'll sing both our lungs out And dance to the moonlight cause everything feels right Been a long day but it's okay cause by seven you will be here with me
Writing the lyrics came more easily than composing the actual melody. As soon as Katrina began, the words flowed effortlessly, almost as if they were meant to be written. She was in the middle of crafting the verses when, suddenly, her phone fell off the top of the dresser. She quickly checked for any potential damage but found none. However, she noticed several missed calls and messages from their circle of friends, particularly from Sofia, Max, and an unknown number not saved in her contacts. It seemed that the vibration from the calls and notifications had caused the phone to move and eventually tumble to the floor. As a producer, Katrina was used to tuning out everything when she was in her "zone." In those moments, the world faded away, which was probably why she hadn't noticed the barrage of calls and messages.
3 missed calls , 4 unread messages from Max Verstappen 1 missed call from Pierre Gasly 4 missed calls, 5 unread messages from Sofia Leclerc 5 missed calls from an unknown number
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Trina...
I know I said before that I would never force you to do things that you don't want but I think I would have to break that.
