Piastri's twin ★ Lando Norris

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"Hey baby." lando smiled, kissing my cheek as he joined me in our apartment.

We officially moved in together a week ago. It was perfect. Seeing one side of the room with my makeup and one side with his trophies.

It was meant to be.

"Hey, got your outfit for tonight?"

He nodded holding up the dry cleaner bag.

"Well we have a few hours until we need to get ready and that, what'd you wanna do?" i asked shutting my laptop.

He smirked as he pulled me up wrapping his arms around my waist as he kissed me softly, "Hmm have a few ideas."

"Really?"

He nodded as he picked me placing me on his shoulder.

"Lando!" i laughed as he shut the door behind us.

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My oufit for tonight was a black low hung top with a silver sequined skirt. I wore my favourite black givenchy padlock boots.

I curled my hair doing my usual makeup but adding a slight wing.

"Fucking hell you look insane." lando grinned kissing my neck.

"So do you."

"Round 2?" he smirked.

I rolled my eyes chuckling, "I've just done my makeup and we don't have time."

He pouted as he slipped his phone in his pocket, "Okay okay."

"Bye coco, enjoy the fireworks." i said as she meowed.

The party for the f1 grid and partners/ families was on a yacht right near me and lando's apartment.

The boat was already lit up with bright lights, music booming from it and was pretty crowded.

"Ahhh my favourite couple!" daniel grinned as i chuckled.

"Danny we've missed you!"

"Missed you too guys. Cmon i'll get ya some drinks."

After me and lando grabbed some drinks, we joined charles, alex, carlos, becca and lewis chatting away.

"Alright, so," Charles said, gesturing with his drink in hand, "we've all agreed that the Italy GP afterparty was not the best of the year?"

"Not even close," I grinned. "I mean, half of you disappeared before midnight because someone"—i raised an eyebrow at Lando—"decided to start a champagne fight."

Lando grinned unapologetically. "It was a tactical move. Carlos was winning at everything that night. I had to do something to distract him."

Carlos shrugged leaning against the couch with becca in his arms. "What can I say? I'm good at everything."