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The sun dipped low over the sparkling waters of Monaco as the group gathered on the deck of the yacht Carlos had arranged for their final night in the city. The past few days had been a whirlwind of excitement—watching the Grand Prix, mingling with drivers, and exploring Monaco's glittering streets. But tonight, the atmosphere was bittersweet.
"Here's to Monaco," Pau said, raising his glass. "And to Carlos, for making us feel like royalty."
"To Carlos!" the group chorused, clinking their glasses together.
"Don't inflate his ego too much," Summer teased, nudging her brother. "He's already unbearable."
Carlos smirked. "You're just jealous because everyone thought I was cooler than you."
"Cooler?" Summer shot back. "You spent half the weekend stressing over tire strategy like a dad at a PTA meeting."
The group burst into laughter, and Carlos groaned, shaking his head.
As the evening wore on, the group split off into smaller conversations. Eva and Fermin leaned against the railing, deep in conversation, while Ana, Gavi, and Marc huddled near the snack table, debating which driver was the most attractive.
"Max has that mysterious thing going on," Ana said, popping a grape into her mouth.
"But Charles has the charm," Marc argued. "And he's actually nice."
"Lando's the funniest," Gavi interjected, grinning. "Humor wins, every time."
"You're not funny, though," Marc quipped, earning a round of laughs.
Meanwhile, Summer sat on one of the loungers, gazing out at the water. The cool evening breeze played with her hair, and for a moment, she let herself savor the peace.
