Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction

96: Mrs. Leclerc

Luciana's point of view

Is it a bit harsh? Maybe...

Is it funny? Yeah pretty much.

'Alright guys, you know the drill, whatever you do, act as if it's real. Make photos even', I smile at everyone being here. 'Shh alright here he comes.

I walk to my position, I borrowed a white dress from Sienna.

This is so fucking funny.

Charles' point of view

The doors open, Pierre walks to his position, Luciana is probably getting ready to walk down the isle.

A song plays, a song I do not recognize, but it sounds like a Luci song.

I am standing next to the wedding officiator, dressed as Elvis.

Luciana walks out in a white dress. She looks beautiful.

She looks beautiful and all I can think about is that this is a mistake.

I turn to Pierre. 'Pierre get me out of here'.

'Shut up, just watch', he hisses.

She walks towards me, smiling brightly.

The anxiety has not left my body, but the officiator has started talking already.

Fuck me, everyone is here.

I can't just back out.

Luciana's point of view

This idea came to my mind a long time ago. Every late-night chat when Charles had, somewhat offhandedly but also sincerely mentioned he wanted to marry me.

Now, this prank will be the best of all time.

A few quick texts and a call to a wedding chapel later, the plan was set. Pierre is roped in as the best man, and of course Maeve and Sienna as my maids of honor.

The officiant, dressed in an Elvis impersonator suit, cleared his throat. 'Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Charles Marc Hervé Percival Leclerc and Luciana Gulia Isabella Vasseur'.

Charles chuckles softly, but his face has lost all color. Still, he's standing there, I hadn't thought he'd make it this far.

He moves closer. 'Luciana, I want to give you a 100k wedding, maybe even more expensive', he whispers. I know he does, he always imagined a grand wedding.

'Charles, this is fine', I try to act serious.

'Luciana, it is really not. It is all so sudden'.

'Why I thought you wanted to marry me?', I laugh.

'Not like this, princess'.

I wink at him. 'Don't worry'.

Pierre is standing next to Charles, holding a box with the 'rings'. They're just Haribo candy rings.

Suddenly Charles speaks up. 'I'm sorry I can't, I want to marry you. Just not like this'.

I burst out laughing, including everyone else.

Charles looks confused.

'Come on, Pierre', I motion him to come forward and he shows Charles the rings.

'They don't officiate the wedding, it's just for 24 hours', I laugh. 'It's a prank'.

Charles sighs and then laughs. 'You... I- Wow....', he stammers.

The officiant continued. 'Charles, do you take Luciana to be your wife, for 24 hours, to cherish in friendship and love'.

Charles laughs. 'Yes, I do'. He squeezes my hands.

'And Luciana, do you take Charles to be your husband, for 24 hours, to cherish in friendship and love?'

I grin. "I do."

With that, the officiant pronounced us husband and wife, 'for the next twenty-four hours'.

Maeve's point of view

'Congratulations!!', I hug the 'happy couple'.

'You knew this?', Charles asks laughing.

'I did, pretty cool huh?'.

'But why?', Charles asks. 'Why go through this much trouble'.

Luciana lays her head on his shoulder. 'I just felt like pulling your leg, I wanted to see if you were really serious. Turns out you were but you want a big wedding'.

Charles chuckles, wrapping an arm around her. 'I really am, and you know I am, but let's save the real one for something special'.

'I wondered why your dad wasn't here', Charles says. 'You'd never do this without him'.

'Actually', Luciana laughs. 'He booked the chapel'.

Luciana's point of view

The laughter is still bubbling inside of me as we head to the rooftop restaurant after my fantastic marriage prank. Las Vegas is shining, its characteristic glamour bathing in the night light. Our group of friends is also dazzling with energy and excitement.

I'm sitting next to Charles, and I can't help but think about how natural and right life feels with him, to be with him. Even if our wedding today was all a joke, my love for him will never be.

I caught a glimpse of Max and Maeve across the table, their stolen glances might be unnoticeable to everyone but not to me and Sienna. Seeing Maeve happy makes me happy, so I don't care if she waits to tell us.

Love is in the air, and it's fricking contagious.

Pierre lifts his glass. 'I would like to make a toast, to the happy couple. Charles we've known each other a long time and I know you love Luce with your entire heart. Luci, we get it if you hate him though', our friends laugh. 'To the bride and groom!'

Everyone joins in, clinking their glasses with cheers and laughter, it is a pleasant environment and my body feels warm because of it.

Sienna leans over with a teasing grin, 'So, how does it feel to be Mrs. Leclerc for a day?'

I squeeze Charles's hand, grinning back. 'It's kind of perfect, actually. I've always wanted a husband with a flashy middle name like Marc Hervé Percival'.

The table bursts into laughter, and I watch as Charles fakes a wounded expression, playfully retorting, 'I told you not to make fun of the Percival!'

As we enjoy our meal, the conversations just keep going. People are dancing around the table, there are racing stories, touching and emotional stories, city adventures, and plans for the upcoming Grand Prix.

Sienna and Lando are lost in their own world, clearly happy and in love. It's lovely to see my friends so satisfied, all of us are sharing an incredible journey with our 'prince charmings'... well... I have a Lord Percival.

Charles' point of view

She kicks off her heels and falls on the bed. I laugh at the sight. 'Today was perfect', she smiles at me when I drop next to her.

I wrap an arm around her, a warmth spreads through me at her touch.

'Even with the surprise wedding?', I ask.

'Especially with the surprise wedding', she giggles, leaning into me. 'I mean, where else can you say you got married by Elvis?'

I chuckle, brushing a lock of hair from her face. 'It made me realize how much I look forward to our real wedding one day'.

Her cheeks redden. 'Me too', she kisses me softly.

We snuggle under the covers, the noise of the city outside fades away, just us on our pink cloud.

'Goodnight Mr. Leclerc', she whispers as she tucks the blanket around us.

I smile, closing my eyes as the tiredness takes over, but not before I get one more look at her beautiful face. 'Goodnight, Mrs. Leclerc'.