Number Seven

001

Sophia Beckham had always dreamed of living a life where every moment felt like an adventure. With her last name carrying the weight of a footballing legacy and the world watching her every move, it wasn't always easy to feel like she could do something just for herself. But when an invitation to the Spain Grand Prix arrived in her inbox, it felt like the universe had finally given her a break. And this time, it wasn't just any invitation — it was personal.

Lando Norris, her best friend from the F1 circuit, had sent it himself.

"Oi, Soph," the message had read. "Spain Grand Prix, VIP tickets. You, me, and Romeo — you in?"

Sophia grinned at the text. She'd grown up around fame, but racing was one thing that had always been her own passion. She'd met Lando a few years ago when she'd joined him in a few F1 pit stops. The two had hit it off immediately — both thrill-seekers, both never content to be confined by the boundaries of their famous family names. Since then, they'd kept in touch, often meeting up at races, chatting, and sharing their love for the sport. But this invite? It was her dream come true.

The only thing that made it even better? Taking Romeo along. Her twin brother was her best friend, and the thought of experiencing such an iconic event together made everything even more exciting.

Sophia tossed her phone onto her bed, quickly dialing Romeo's number. He answered after a few rings, his voice crackling with curiosity.

"Yeah?"

"Spain Grand Prix. Lando just invited us," Sophia said, nearly bursting with excitement.

There was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of rustling as Romeo clearly jumped out of whatever seat he'd been lounging in. "Shut up. You're serious? Spain?"

"Dead serious." Sophia's smile was audible in her voice. "We're going to Spain. Pack your bags, Romeo. We're going to watch cars go faster than we ever could on a football field."

Romeo chuckled, but his excitement was just as obvious. "I'm in. What about the vlog? You're going to take your camera, right?"

Sophia laughed. "Of course. My fans will lose it when they see we're at the Grand Prix. And besides, it's all about the experience. We can get some epic content."

With the plan set, the next few days flew by in a blur of packing, travel arrangements, and endless chats about what to wear. It was a whirlwind of excitement, especially with her family involved in the final prep. Her parents, David and Victoria Beckham, were the first to offer their support.

"You know, I was hoping you'd take us along," Victoria said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she passed Sophia her sunglasses. "But I guess you're off on your own adventure. Have fun and don't forget to vlog for us!"

David laughed and added, "Don't forget, Soph, if you're anywhere near the cars, they're faster than you think. We don't need a repeat of the time you tried to outrun Cruz in the garden."

Sophia rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help laughing. Her younger brother, Cruz, had always been full of energy and mischief, often pulling pranks on her and Romeo. Even their youngest sibling, Harper, got in on the act sometimes, offering her signature "serious" advice on which outfit to wear.

Brooklyn, her older brother, had already messaged to say he couldn't join because he was busy with his photography work and his wife, Nicola. They'd been on their honeymoon not long ago, so they were in a more low-key phase of their life. But still, they were always there for support.