𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐫-𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢, the royal rebel without a crown, is on the verge of being shipped off to rehab after one too many scandals.
When 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬, F1's rising star, needs an artist and Céleste needs a way out...
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The first stop was, indeed, Morocco.
And Céleste, indeed, had little to no say on the itinerary.
A few days at some bougie resort, like two extras from The White Lotus, complete with an overnight desert excursion where they'd probably stare at the stars and contemplate their questionable life choices.
As soon as the plane touches down, the four babies that spent the full six-hour flight screaming from Business Class stops at once.
She slip her phone from her purse and turned off airplane mode, waiting out the flood of incoming text messages from Sylvie, Alex, her father's assistant, her half-sister Jazmin Grace, and—as expected—Lando Norris.
Sylvie says, in three different ways, to please let her know as soon as she lands that her plane didn't crash or get sucked into the Bermuda Triangle, and that she's both praying for and manifesting a safe landing for her. Clearly, Sylvie didn't have a firm grasp on geography, since Céleste had flown over Europe and not, in fact, anywhere near the Bahamas or Florida.
Sadly, I'm alive and well, Céleste replied, though a plane crash would've been a bratty death.
Next up: her father's personal assistant.
Apologies for I couldn't get you the private jet. Charlene said she needed it to fly to Paris for a Hermès appointment. Anyway, stay out of trouble and don't forget: SPF 50.
Classic. Charlene hoarding the jet for a shopping spree. Wow. Shocking.
Next, she opens the message from Jazmin: Could you ship me some Moroccan lipstick? And Miranda heard they sell everything, no prescription asked. Can I get some antibiotics?
Isn't it easier to get it in Tijuana or something? Céleste replied, yet made a mental note to buy it if the opportunity arises.
Of all her siblings, Jazmin is the one she's most fond of. The oldest from her father's side, she was born in 1992 and has lived her entire life in Palm Desert, California. Were they any short of friends? Not even remotely. Yet, they were still the closest to family both would ever get.
