Cassiopeia Jude Lee. One of the biggest influencers in the Formula 1 world. A woman at that. Someone that had worked her way up from a measly one-thousand followers across all of her social media to now having around three-million across all platfor...
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** Cassie's pov **
It was the start of the twenty-twenty-four season.
Ten teams, twenty drivers. All racing towards the goal of either winning a race or getting the big prize of World Champion.
Unfortunately, I was sick. For the past three weeks I have been repeatedly flying back and forth between multiple different time zones. A classic case of time zone sickness. However, since I had flown into Bahrain I was putting on a brave face and trying to ignore how utterly awful I felt right now.
"Cassie! Come over here!" Will Buxton yells over towards me with a bright smile on his face.
He was walking through the paddock with a camera following him talking about god knows what. I had been trying my best to stay off to the side and do as minimally as I could without cutting anything short. The headache that had settled in this morning had only grown no matter how much medicine I took.
Brushing it all out of my mind, I plastered on a bright and cheerful smile before carefully jogging over towards the British man. "Hey Will!" I greeted.
His eyes squinted together when I spoke but didn't say anything about how crusty my voice sounded, "Cassie Lee everyone!" he introduced me to the camera quickly, "How excited are you for the start of the season? Is there anyone you are especially looking out for this season?" Will asked me the same questions as almost everyone here did.
But spending a lot of my time with the Brit I usually gave him the true answers and not something that was PR covered. Taking a slight breath I shrugged my shoulders, "Well Will, I know everyone is expecting a year of Red Bull again." the man's eyebrows raised.
"You aren't?" he spoke slightly shocked.
I slowly started shaking my head, "I don't think so. McLaren, Lando and Oscar both, did really well towards the end of the season. Along with Ferrari and Mercedes. I think both teams have something to prove this season." my voice getting a little raspy towards the end.
Will nodded his head in agreement, "Well thank you Miss Cassie for your expert opinion as always. Everyone, don't we love when the paddock princess graces us with her presence?" he leaned slightly over in my direction.
My eyes squinted together in annoyance. I watched as he continued his pathway down the center of the paddock with the same annoyed face.
For the last five-ish months that had been my nickname throughout the main group of commentators. Why you might ask? Because for a Halloween special for the Mexico Grand Prix they showed pictures of certain people involved in the sport as children in their halloween costumes. They just so happened to include me. But even worse the picture they found was of me in an extravagant princess costume at the age of six or seven.
