Heart and Track

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☆꧁༒Louisa May Pearl༒꧂☆

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The days leading up to the race pass in a blur of anticipation and nervous energy. I throw myself into my work at the gallery, trying to distract myself from the thoughts of Holden and our upcoming meeting. But no matter how busy I keep myself, my mind keeps drifting back to his words, his touch, and that infuriatingly charming smirk.

On the eve of the race, I find myself pacing my office, unable to focus on anything for more than a few minutes. Myla, ever the supportive friend, tries to distract me with movies and gossip, but even she can't pull my mind away from Holden for long.

"You need to relax," Myla finally says, plopping down on the couch and giving me a sympathetic look. "You're going to drive yourself crazy if you keep this up."

"I know, I know," I reply, running a hand through my hair. "It's just...this feels so important, you know? Like everything hinges on tomorrow."

"It'll be fine," she reassures me, her voice soothing. "Holden clearly likes you, and you like him. Just enjoy the day and see where things go. Who knows this time you both will make it official! I can't wait!"

Her words help, if only a little, and I finally manage to get a few hours of restless sleep. When I wake up the next morning, the sun is shining, and the excitement of the race day is palpable.

I dress casually but carefully, choosing a pair of fitted jeans and a light, breezy top. This time, I didn't alone since Myla is here too because Aviel insisted her to come.

When we arrive at the racetrack early, the roar of engines and the buzz of the crowd create a thrilling atmosphere. The energy is infectious, and despite my nerves, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement. Myla is practically bouncing with anticipation, her eyes wide as she takes in the scene.

Holden's team has arranged for us to have special access, and soon we find ourselves in the VIP area, surrounded by other drivers, team members, and a few fans. "Louisa, this is amazing! I can't believe we're actually here!" she gushes, her enthusiasm helping to calm my nerves a bit.

"Yeah, it's pretty incredible," I agree, scanning the crowd for any sign of Holden. My heart skips a beat when I finally spot him, talking to a group of team members near the pit lane. He looks focused and intense, every inch the professional driver, but when he sees me, his face lights up with a smile that sends a jolt of electricity through me.

Holden excuses himself from his team and makes his way over to us, his eyes never leaving mine. "Hey, you made it," he says, his voice warm and welcoming.

"Of course," I reply, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in my stomach. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Or maybe you can't wait to claim your prize?" He said and even before I could reply to it, he went back to his team. 

I stand there, flustered and blushing from Holden's teasing remark, my heart pounding as I watch him walk away. Myla nudges me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like he's got you all figured out," she says with a grin.

"He's impossible," I mutter, trying to shake off the embarrassment, but I can't help the smile tugging at my lips.

"Looks like he found his motivation pill," I turned around to see Mr. Collahan and his wife along with Charlotte who just walk in the VIP room.