She the current girlfriend of Lando Norris, living a lifestyle of super yachts, high end restaurants and millions of followers. But what happens when her head suddenly gets turned by another F1 driver who just happens to be her boyfriend's number on...
The next morning, the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, gently waking me. I stirred, stretching out my limbs before glancing at the clock. I turned to see Charles still asleep beside me, his features relaxed and peaceful. I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb him, and got ready for the day. After a quick shower, I pulled on a stylish outfit. Once dressed, I made my way to the small kitchenette in the hotel room to prepare some coffee. The rich aroma filled the space, and I poured myself a cup, taking a moment to enjoy the quiet before the chaos of race day began. Charles eventually stirred, groggily rubbing his eyes as he caught a whiff of the brewing coffee. "You're too good to me," he mumbled, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. "Just trying to wake you up for your big day," I teased, handing him a steaming mug. He took a sip, savouring the warmth. "Perfect. Now, let's get to the track." We made our way to the paddock, and we were greeted with the usual sight. Teams were setting up, engineers were deep in discussion, and the sound of engines revving in the distance sent a thrill through me.
We headed to the Ferrari hospitality area for breakfast. The space was filled with an array of delicious options—fresh fruits, pastries, and a variety of hot dishes. The smell of breakfast lingered in the air, making my stomach rumble with anticipation. We found a table on the patio overlooking the track. The sun was shining brightly, and I felt a wave of happiness wash over me as we settled in. Charles was animated, discussing his strategy for the race and how he was feeling about the competition. "Honestly, it's a great feeling," he said between bites of his breakfast. "I've got a good rhythm going, and the team is on fire this weekend." I listened intently, my heart swelling with pride. "I know you'll do great. You always do." As we enjoyed our meal, I spotted familiar faces and exchanged warm greetings with the crew, feeling a sense of belonging that made me smile even more.
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Once breakfast was finished, we made our way to the garage. The adrenaline pulsed through me as I watched the engineers work on the cars. Charles stood close to me, pointing out the different features and strategies. "See that? That's the new aerodynamic upgrade we've been working on," he said, his eyes lighting up as he watched the engineers work. "We're really pushing for an edge this race." I could hear the passion in his voice and knew how much this moment meant to him.
As the hours passed, the anticipation for the race continued to build. We moved around the paddock, chatting with team members and fans. Soon, it was time for the drivers to suit up and prepare for the race. I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach as I watched Charles get ready, the focus in his eyes sharpening as he donned his Ferrari suit. "Be careful, okay?" I said, placing a hand on his arm as he adjusted his suit. He looked at me, a faint smile on his lips. "I will, I promise." "I'll be right here cheering for you," I said quietly. Charles nodded, squeezing my hand before heading to the car. I took a deep breath, excitement and nerves swirling within me as I took my spot in the garage to watch the race. As the cars lined up on the grid, I felt my heart racing in time with the engines.
