M for Museum
I smiled up at him as I adjusted his cap. We were in Paris for the day, before our flight down to Bologna in Italy, where we'd drive down to Maranello to say goodbye to the Ferrari family one last time.
I couldn't resist putting on a dress but made sure to wear sunglasses to try and disguise myself. Carlos and I didn't want to be interrupted or asked for photos, but we both knew it was impossible.
"Ready?" I asked, wiping his shoulders. He nodded: "Yes."
I tilted my head and smiled softly. There was a slight glimmer in his eyes, which I had already noticed some weeks ago when we left Mexico after he won the race. He knows his time with Ferrari is coming to an end.
Carlos noticed my care and leaned forward to peck my lips before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the hotel room. We made our way to the metro, cautious not to attract too much attention. As we stood chest against the chest in the overflowing metro, I couldn't help but smile up at Carlos.
He grinned at me and pressed a kiss on my cheek, squeezing my hand. We were both dying to go to the louvre, though we had both already been. It was the fact that we were going the two of us that made it so special.
When we stepped out of the metro and went up the steps to reveal the giant glass pyramid, I grabbed my digital camera and told Carlos to smile. He chuckled, put his hands in his pockets and grinned for the photo.
Then we made our way into the museum, put our coats away into a locker and made our way into the exhibition.
We walked quickly at first, trying to find a more secluded area. When we did, we slowed our pace and enjoyed the artwork, soaking in the artists' expressions through the colours and the paint.
"This one reminds me of you," Carlos suddenly said, catching my attention. He was looking at the painting Liberty Leading the People by Eugène Delacroix.
"What makes you say that?" I grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers. He squeezed my hand: "You are fearless and a born leader. And lead anyone who gets to know you to peace and liberty."
I smiled, touched by his words. I wrapped an arm around his as we continued going through the corridors and halls, losing ourselves between the paint strokes.
As we walked I felt him relax. He knew the time for change had come. It will be tough for him to say goodbye, but he'll be all right.
He'll be okay.
And so will you.
*****
Somebody tell me I'm not dreaming- McLaren are Constructors Champions!!!
I'm so happy for them and proud of Ferrari for the fight they put up.
stay safe,
x
Brooke
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