Authors Note: Franco is back with 4,300 words hehe
Done in reader POV 🍒
-----------------------------------I'm standing here, in a room full of models, my arms slowly wrapping around my stomach. Moments before coming here, we smashed two cheeseburgers in the rented Ferrari he had for the weekend...classy...
It was a good idea in the moment, but now as I'm surrounded by models who only wore sizes that were smaller than a 2, I was starting to regret it. My eyes lingered on each and everyone of them...walking around with full glasses of champagne.
Liquid dinner, I guess.
I tug at the hem of my dress for what feels like the hundredth time, shifting uncomfortably in my heels. I swallow, trying to shake off the creeping self consciousness. I shouldn't feel this way...I know I shouldn't. I mean, it's just a stupid PR event.
Why did I agree to come? Franco said it would be fun, that it was just "one of those things" he had to do. And since I'm his best friend, he figured I'd be the perfect plus one. A way to survive the night without losing his mind.
But now, standing here, I wonder if he miscalculated.
I look down at myself. The dress I spent way too long picking out now feels completely wrong. Too tight? Too loose? Too basic? My makeup, which I thought looked decent when I left the house, suddenly seems amateurish compared to the glam of the girls around me. They look airbrushed. I feel...human.
I take a deep breath, scanning the room for Franco. I need him. He's my anchor in situations like this, the one who keeps me from spiraling. But, of course, he's stuck with some journalist, his PR smile plastered on as he nods along to whatever they're saying. I know he hates these kinds of things, but at least he belongs here. He's the reason we're even here.
Me? I don't know what I'm doing.
My fingers find the bracelet around my wrist, a nervous habit I've had since I was a kid. I shouldn't feel like this. It's not like I've never been in rooms full of beautiful people before. I mean, Franco is a freaking F1 driver. He's surrounded by models and influencers all the time. I've been around them. I've had conversations with them.
But tonight is different. Maybe it's the setting. The glamour. The way they move like they were made for this. And the way I...wasn't.
And just as the anxiety threatens to swallow me whole, I hear a familiar voice...Franco's voice...calling my name. Relief floods through me before I even turn around.
"Dios mio, Cara, I think that journalist wanted to propose or something."
I turn to see him coming towards me. His Alpine team blazer is slightly unbuttoned, his dark hair a little messier than when we arrived, like he's been running his fingers through it.
I let out a giggle, already feeling some of the tension in my shoulders relax. "Oh no, poor you. Forced to talk about yourself for a whole five minutes. The horror."
He groans dramatically, rolling his eyes as he places a hand on my shoulder. "Media interviews are like speed dating but worse. At least on speed dates, I don't have to explain DRS and why I think I can win a race I haven't even driven yet."
That makes me laugh harder, my earlier self consciousness going away. This is why I love Franco...because no matter how ridiculous I feel, he always knows how to make me laugh.
He squeezes my shoulder lightly, his voice dropping to something a little softer. "Gracias for coming with me, by the way. You have no idea how much I didn't want to be here alone."

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Formula 1 | One Shots (1)
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