Her || Charles Leclerc

33. Successful Girl Era

"Never did I ever imagine I would do a shoot and interview for Vogue," Matilde said, peering into the mirror of the makeup trailer, her reflection framed by the soft, flattering lights. She adjusted the edge of her robe and glanced sideways at Charles and Carlos, whose hair was meticulously styled. The room buzzed with activity; stylists flitting around, makeup artists working their magic, and the occasional burst of laughter from the crew. "Have you ever done a shoot for Vogue before?" she asked, curiosity lacing her tone.

Carlos, who had been staring thoughtfully at his reflection, shook his head with a grin. "It's a first-timer for me as well. But I'm excited. This is pretty surreal. Never thought being a F1 driver would bring me this. "

Charles, already in a professional styling session, looked up with a smile. "I have. This will be my second time for Vogue Italia," he said.

"Share your tips and tricks," Matilde responded. "Not gonna lie, I feel like I'm on The Kardashians. Eye patches? Check. Hairstylist? Check. Makeup stylist? Check. Stylist for clothes? Check."

Right at that moment, the hair stylist introduced herself to Matilde. She was telling the plans with Matilde's hair for the shoot.

The stylist removed the hair tie from Matilde's hair. "I have researched you and your looks and you always wear your hair in your signature blowout. I see your natural curls now. I'm planning to style your curls. They look stunning and very healthy," the girl said and looked at Matilde via the mirror while she touched the blonde curls.

Matilde stared at her reflection, her curls falling freely for the first time that day. She had kept her hair up in a tight bun, hiding her natural texture, feeling more comfortable with the sleek, polished look of a blowout. The thought of revealing her curls, of stepping outside her usual comfort zone, made her uneasy. She took a deep breath, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "I was hoping for a blowout," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But if you think curls would work better..."

The stylist's fingers gently caressed Matilde's curls, as if trying to convince them, and Matilde, of their worth. "Trust me, they'll look amazing. We can do something really special with them. I promise you'll love it."

Charles looked next to him, picking up the conversation. He heard how the stylist tried to convince Matilde to wear her curls, but it made Matilde look uncomfortable and insecure. Who made her feel like this? Her curls were beautiful. "Your curls look beautiful on you," Charles said and warmly smiled. "I like them."

She looked at him, her heart skipping a beat. Her lips parted. She quickly looked away, hoping she could stop her cheeks from turning pink. Matilde cleared her throat and looked at the stylist, sharing a polite smile. "I prefer not to show them, sorry."

"No, don't be sorry," the stylist smiled. "No is also an answer."

The hairstylist began on Matilde's hair, doing a classic blowout. In the meantime, someone else started to work on her makeup and the outfit options were being discussed. The stylist noticed the Scandinavian style on Matilde. She thought it was fun to mix the minimalist style with the Italian fashion, but by only wearing Danish designers. The stylist thought it was cool to add a touch of home to the outfits for Matilde.

Her first outfit was a black shirt, white wide-leg trousers and flats. While she was being styled, Charles and Carlos had to wear the typical Ferrari outfit every team member had to wear during a Grand Prix. Matilde was the main person in this shoot and interview, so she had to stand out from everyone.

"Oh, my god," she whispered to herself when she stood alone in the trailer. Her look was complete. She was being styled by the best. She was wearing high-end designer clothes. Matilde took a deep breath and smiled. She was so incredibly nervous, but she was so excited. Photo. She grabbed her phone and took a photo of herself in the mirror.