In between ~ Oscar Piastri

🏎️CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE🏎️

24th August 2019:

"I don't like this." Amelie shakes her head. "Oh my god. What now?" Althea scoffs as she turns to her sister. "It just... doesn't feel right. I mean, Max, nor the twins are here." Amelie says. "Too bad, my wedding is about me, and what I want. I don't want anyone to know about Oscar's and my relationship okay? But give it another three years and everyone will know. I mean the only other person to know is Lando, but I can't really invite him can I?" Althea raises an eyebrow.

"I guess so." The eldest May nods, doing her make-up. "I mean, I'm lucky enough that Lancealot was able to come," Althea says. "Lance is a sweetheart though, and I mean... if he is the only one who knows about you two who aren't family, then you probably had to invite him." Amelie shrugs. "I mean... Danny knows about Oscar and me." Althea sighs, doing her make-up as well.

"How?" Amelie leans forward on her chair. "Well let's just say, I forgot he was Australian and when me and Oscar went to Bondi Beach, a certain Ricciardo was there and spotted us." The eighteen-year-old rolls her eyes. "Why would you go to Bondi Beach? The most popular beach in Australia." Amelie shakes her head. "For shits and gigs... obviously we weren't thinking straight and just wanted to be normal people for once." Althea scoffs.

"Awe, my baby is all grown up." Sarah wipes a tear away as she walks into the room with Nicole behind her. "Mum, please don't cry. It's kinda cringe." Althea awkwardly smiles. "Leave her be," Amelie says. "Don't you look gorgeous?" Oscar's mum leans on the wall. "I mean, I just look like simple ole Althea." The girl smiles. "Come on, where is this dress?" Lance walks into the room.

"Lance..." Althea points a warning finger at the Canadian. "What? As your man of honour, I deserve to see it." The Stroll smiles opening the wardrobe to see the white dress. "Woah... this is beautiful." Lance's eyes open wide. "I'd hope so." Althea laughs. "Let me see." Sarah rushes over with Nicole following close behind as they stand either side of Lance.

"Althea." Sarah turns to her daughter. "No, crying, please mum," Althea begs, getting some tissue and handing it to the woman. "Your dad is going to cry, I hope you know that," Sarah says. "Oh I'm aware, I just wanna see how much Jeremy or Richard cries. If they do, make sure to get a photo. Althea looks at Amelie. "Don't worry, I will get a picture of them." Amelie smiles. "Okay, now everyone out while I get this on," Althea says.

"No, I'm staying. It's the least you can do for not making me the maid of honour." The Coyle girl sits on a chair. "You're lucky you're even in attendance, and I had to pay for your fucking plane ticket." Althea scoffed. "It's because you love me." The girl smiles. "That I do." Althea walks to the girl and wraps her arms around her. "See Lance, I'm her favourite." London smirks.

"You are going to be the prettiest bride ever." Nicole smiles at her soon-to-be daughter-in-law. "No, that will always be my mum." Althea smiles at the woman, next to her. "Don't be silly. It's going to be you after today." Sarah kisses her daughter's head. Althea just smiles and pushes everyone out of the room. "You're still in here." Althea turns around to see Lance still in the room. "I'm going to pee first." London runs out of the room.

"Yeah, here you go." Lance hands her a box. "Lance I said no presents." Althea huffs. "And I don't care. I got you that, and it was expensive. So you better wear it." Lance points at her. "I mean... I guess I have to now. I can't give it back to you it'll be rude." Althea shrugs opening the box and letting out a big gasp. "Don't tell me..." The girl looks at the necklace and earrings. "No actually do tell me." Althea looks at the Formula One Driver.

"They're diamonds." Lance nods. "Lance." Althea looks at the man. "Don't say anything. You asked me to be your Man Of Honour. It's not every day someone asks you that. This is my way of saying thank you and I appreciate you letting me do this." Lance explains. "A simple thank you would've been fine, Lancealot." Althea laughs, closing the box and wrapping her arms around him.