Isabelle Prost, Alain Prost's younger sister and famous model. Hidden behind her brother her entire life, estranged from her family, and brought to light because of Ayrton. Through tangled vines and twisting roads, someday is around the corner.
Ayrt...
Everything had been going crazy recently, between Ayrton, my job, and my relatives it was like my worlds were colliding. I had just been signed by a new agency, this time it was for one of the largest and the pay was almost double the last time, but it was also going to be a lot more work. This meant that I wouldn't be able to go to as many races which was going to be hard for me considering how close me and Ayrton had become and how I was mending my relationship with Alain.
I had flown out to Belgium for the next Grand Prix before I had to go back to a lot of photoshoots, while I was on the jet I saw there was a magazine with me on it. Picking it up I saw that there were also pictures of Ayrton so I went to the right page and low and behold it was an article about me and Ayrton.
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F1 driver, Ayrton Senna, and French model, Isabella, have been seen on multiple occasions being very close. Reports are that they have been going on dates and Isabella has been seen in the Lotus garage before every race. Insiders say that the two are in a relationship, but are keeping it a secret because her brother, Alain Prost, is one of Ayrton's rivals. How deep does this relationship go?
I don't even bother reading the rest, I just roll my eyes and throw it to the side. Nobody can mind their own business anymore and I was so sick of it; in all honesty even I didn't know what my relationship was with him anymore. It was harder and harder to deny that I wanted him in every way I could. Every part of me was yelling to be with him, to stay by his side, to love him. yet my head was telling my heart that I couldn't, that he needed to focus on winning, I needed to focus on my career, and my family would never allow it. There was a lot on my mind as I landed in Belgium, I was meant to go straight to my brother, but I went to Niki instead.
"Hey Niki, how are you doing?" I hug Niki and I could tell that something wasn't right.
"I've just been thinking about my career, so much has happened, and I don't think I can just leave this sport behind me." I put my hand on his shoulder as he sits down, joining him on the seat next to him.
"There's something more about this that is bothering you, what is it?"
"I was thinking about the year that changed my life, 1976. It's where I gained and lost a lot, I had my wife and I gained a fierce rival and yet a friend. When I think of James I can't help, but envy him. He was pure talent and he lived like every day was going to be his last, he didn't bother focusing on winning, he just did. I poured my life into racing when I wasn't on track I was working on the car, I studied the track and improved my abilities. I never focused on my life outside my racing. I wonder what I lost through all of this and when I'm done in the car I don't think I can walk away from the sport." I saw the emotion in his eyes, something which was incredibly rare. I hold his hand as I spoke to him in a soft voice.
"Then don't leave, you can do more than just race, you are dedicated to this craft. There are more jobs than just driving, so pick a team and work with them, help guide them and train drivers. If this is your life and you feel lost then stay."
