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chapter twenty. monaco.
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Althea makes no motion to attend the grand prix — not when she can watch it from Willa's balcony. But Willa reminds her that it's better if they go — Willa seems at ease today, she keeps going on about how she has a good feeling about this.
It's Augustine that reminds her that Monaco is one of the most boring races — to which Willa smacks her upside the head and Althea glances at them. "I think it's going to be an interesting race." Althea quipped quietly. "It's Charles' home race and in turn, Léa's."
Willa glanced down at the sleeping child in the baby sling and sighed. "Well technically Léa has multiple home races — Las Vegas, Monaco, and Silverstone."
Augustine glanced at Willa. "Oh yeah, you're part British. If I had a kid, it would have Silverstone and Zandvoort." Augustine hums — Althea quirks a brow in response.
"Zandvoort...?"
"I'm part Dutch." Augustine explains quietly. "My mom is Dutch. I spent most of my time with her."
"Oh."
"Anyway.." Augustine scratches the back of her neck awkwardly. "Now that we've situated the home races conversation, let's go to the stands!" Augustine urges as she grabs onto Willa's arm, shaking her gently. "Come onnnn!"
Althea laughs and glances at Willa. "Would it be safe for a baby in the paddock..?"
Willa grimaced. "Technically no," she admits. "But I kind of don't have a choice." Willa glanced at her phone. "Kieran and Ester are at the race too."
Althea bit her lips and sighs. "Worst case scenario, you just leave early." she says and glanced at Augustine. "And I have to be in the mercedes pit, like now."
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Althea, though, attentive of George's car, lets out a horrified gasp at the sight of Sergio's car being obliterated to pieces by a Haas.
