Nemesism [Max Verstappen]

[20] the perfect ring

Hello, I have a new chapter for you guys.

Had a bit of a packed week and am currently on a short vacation, so sorry if updates are very irregular atm!

Enjoy!

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Lucy's diary

Thank god (or whoever else is up there) for the two week break between Japan and China because I am nowhere near ready to face Max again. I've been thinking about the kiss over and over again and what followed it. Every free second.
Let's just say it feels like I am going through the five stages of grief, although the sadness part is weighing heavily at the moment.
I'm just really embarrassed most of all, to let myself believe even for a second that Max was being truthful. That he actually thinks I am pretty and that he actually wanted to kiss me.
So yeah, fuck me, I guess...

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»Charles, we have been to five jewelery stores and looked at- literally countless of beautiful rings... Can't you just pick one of those?« Lucy asked, exasperated, following Charles through the crowded mall.

Chatter of other shoppers filled the air, families and young people swarming around them, but nobody took the time to pay attention to Charles and her. Still the Monegasque had put on his - as he called it - disguise, which consisted of a hood pulled over his head and a pair of oversized sunglasses. In Lucy's opinion it made him look even more suspicious, but he hadn't believed her.

»No, none of them were perfect. I need to find the ring for Kyra or else I will not propose to her!« Charles turned around, walking backwards so he could talk to Lucy. Twenty minutes ago she'd complained about sore feet, but he didn't seem to care too much and offered to carry her if necessary. »But I have a good feeling that I will find the ring in the next store.«

The ring was an idea Charles had settled for, holding on to it with an iron grip. He was convicted that somewhere out there he would find a ring, which he would instantly fall in love with and just know that it was the perfect one for Kyra. Lucy thought it was absolute bullshit, but chose to keep that information to herself. She was just here to assist and support, not take over the ring shopping process.

And she was glad for the distraction. Getting out of the house and being forced to leave the comfort of her bed, which she spent most of the time crying in, worked miracles - she'd only thought about Max five times in the past thirty minutes.

»Okay, okay! Fine, but- Oh my god, watch out!« Just in time the girl managed to pull Charles out of the way of a bunch of teenagers he'd almost collided with. »Walk normally, please!«

»Yeah, whatever...« Charles turned back around, laying an arm around Lucy's shoulder to make sure she'd keep up with him. »Oh, look at that one over there! That looks pretty!«

»It looks expensive.« Lucy muttered under her breath, her eyes hanging on the huge letters above the entrance: Tiffany

But the Monegasque paid her no mind, dragging her into the elegant, but minimalistic store. With ease he moved between the display cases as if it was his home he was in, meanwhile Lucy did her best not to touch or even breathe on anything. That was the difference between someone with money and someone who earned a normal-people salary.