❝ down bad, what if i can't have her?❞ ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
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"Oh my God." I say, holding my phone, having just opened Instagram.
"What? What's wrong?" Arthur asks, looking back at me as he's playing FIFA with my other brother, Lorenzo, on my TV.
I hold out my phone, showing him the post F1 official posted just a few minutes ago. "Stroll, like Lance?" He frowns, after reading the post and so Lorenzo curiously turns around to see what's wrong too.
"Stroll like Lance Stroll's younger sister, Lawrence Stroll's latest child." I inform. I've met her only once, last year. I can't remember exactly which Grand Prix but she was talking to her brother and I bumped into them.
"Oh shit," He laughs, looking back at the TV.
"That's gonna create some drama between those two teams, isn't it?" Lorenzo joins in, with his own point of view on the situation.
I shake my head. "I have no idea. Most probably but I guess if Racing point wanted her they'd have hired her, no?" I think about it.
Lorenzo nods, agreeing with what I said. The two of them continue their game as I stay back. I hear footsteps coming, followed by Madelyn who's coming from the kitchen.
"What are you talking about?" She questions, jumping on the couch next to me. I show her the post and she mumbles an 'Ooh' like it's hot gossip. I raise an eyebrow at her though, "You have no idea who that is or what it means do you?" I assume looking at her fake expression.
She fakes a smile, looking up at the ceiling, an expression that says 'no'. I shake my head, rolling my eyes before explaining. "She's the sister of one of the drivers, and at the same time the daughter of one of the CEO's of a team, but now she's the engineer of another driver."
"Ahh. That is interesting." She gets it now and seems genuinely into it. "And Maisie Mikati, that means the new woman driver, right?" I nod. "That'll just make it all so much more interesting." She lives for gossip and drama. Just like our mother.
After testing in Barcelona, she decided to come back to Monaco with us for a couple 'vacation days', before we all head to Australia for the first race and she has to go back to Barcelona.
We all had lunch as a family with mom and few hours ago and for some reasons they all invited themselves over to my house. Probably because I'm the only one with a giant television and a playstation.
"You never told me who the girl was." Madelyn brings the subject back up. Ironic, we were kind of just talking about her.
"And I never will." I tell her. I do not need to make my friendship with Maisie anything bigger than it is. And Madelyn never takes words for what they are.
"What girl!?" Arthur asks as his focus stays on the TV but still overhears our conversation.
"No one." I insist, giving Madelyn eyes to keep her trap shut.
