High in Monaco

Drunk in Café de Paris

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As we were dancing in Gucci and Dior, driving down the beautiful exotic streets of Monte-Carlo in our Rolls Royces, I suddenly realised how lonely I've recently felt. Paying visits to Chanel and Hermés would totally bring some joy to my life and soothe my soul, according to me bestie Madison. "One Chanel bag per day, keeps the doctor away!" She'd always say that when I'm clearly not in the right mode for spending a quarter of a million euros on shopping. But the emptiness and sadness that have surrounded me since me and Luke's last breakup, could be felt in the air. I wasn't sad, Luke was clearly an asshole, but neither was I happy. I guess that I'm just simply existing.

When I opened my blue eyes I could spot the waitress standing next to our table, waiting for an order. "Uh, let me just check your menus. One second please."

" Perhaps some still water tonight Kenzie. You've been drunk of martinis and tequilas every single day the past three months!" Whispered Madison as soon as my eyes started to glance on the cocktail and wine menu. The fact is that I don't really care, I mean if you have a stabile economy and need alcohol to clear your mind from sadness and sorrow, then why not? "Perhaps five espresso martinis, two spicy margaritas, one bottle of champagne and a few tequila shots." I answered clear, while putting 600 euro to the table. Getting drunk on Cafe de Paris isn't cheap.

"Ooh. Uh. Alright. Anything else I can do for you m'am?" Somehow the brunette waitress seemed confused, confused by me? It's impossible that it's the first time a young heartbroken fellow human enters Cafe de Paris to get drunk of quality refreshments. As the tall dark haired woman next to me, aka my childhood bestie Madison sighed because of my order, I decided to spice the things up a little more.

"Well, some rosé wouldn't be wrong on such a rainy day like today in Monaco."
"Okay. Uhm..." It was like she really did her best to not offend me, but at the same time I could feel how annoyed she was by me, a normal young lucky girl who casually breaks all the norms.
"Heartbroken?" She'd ask with the most innocent gaze with those hazelnut coloured eyes .

"Something like that."

"Oh I see. Please give me just a second m'am." Being polite to everyone in Monaco is a must, but giving relationship advice is, hmm..., a little different. Okay, alright, what's the deal with heartbroken people in Monaco, aren't they allowed just like normal people to cry and suffer over their stupid exes? I mean clearly it's a difference. While the majority of people who get heartbroken head straight to the gym to probably get fitter and hotter, human beings in this nation do the right opposite things. People here get so drunk so they don't even need to hit the gym, after a while you'll usually feel as much fit like a lion. And the beautiful thing is that before you throw up 600 euros, your abs will from no where start popping out like fire.

As the tall and slimfigured waitress went back to the bar, to apparently pick something "heartbroken in Monaco"- related, I realised how the wavy haired person next to me were staring her dark eyes out on me.

"Maddi, what's the deal?"

"Oh-uh..., nothing. You're just..., so drunk these days Kenzie."

"True." I said with a little smirk on my face.

When Kyla, the waitress, came back with my order that could easily make a whole table drunk together, I saw how she was holding in a little piece of paper. It almost looked like a newspaper, and I thought for a second that it better not be the paparazzis who've catch me again this morning.

Clearly it wasn't a newspaper, as she handed what looked like an photo album towards me. "I'm sorry Kyla, but what is this?" I said while turning the pages around confused. The only red thread in the book was that there were all iconic photographs of famous Formula 1 drivers. Carlos Sainz, Charles Leclerc, Lance Stroll, Lando Norris, Louis Hamilton and Max Verstappen etc. And there were as well different dates and places. May 5th Monza, June 17:th Monaco, July 7th Singapore, etc.

"Mackenzie De le Vinge. Do you really think that you can hide yourselves from the rest of the world, by pretending to be a drunk stranger?"

"Uh..." I said as my gaze turned directly to Madison. I immediately gave her the "not a psychopathic fan again"- stare.
"Well you're anyways personally invited as a VIP guest on Formula 1:s Grand Prix race here in Monaco." After taking a minute pause, she'd open her mouth again to make new words out of her mind.

"And also, don't you worry about the seats. You and your bestie will be seated on the front rows most exclusive places, with a beautiful view over the racing field. So you can watch closely the handsome drivers." She'd say while blinking with those brown eyes extra hard on me."

"Oh uh. That-that..." Clearly I was wrong about the "psychopathic fan"-part.

"Sounds amazing!" Of course Madison would fill in my thoughts when she saw me being uncomfortable.

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And that's the end of the premier chapter, hope y'all enjoyed it. Stay iconic!
Xoxo