Connected (F1 Story)

Chapter Fifteen: And Breathe

I am so, so sorry for the delay, I have been planning my press and media business for Autosport International at the weekend. But fear not, the next chapter is done and complete too. Let's bring on the drama *insert scary/ slightly uncomfortable music*.

"Where have you two been!" Lizzie spotted Daniel and I re-entering the reception room. Need I say that I blushed a fair bit and Dan was quick to follow suit. Even with my poor eyesight I picked up on it in the half darkness.

"Saskia wanted her jacket." Daniel covered for us, not being able to look at the blonde. Too bad my jacket was nowhere to be seen and still in the car. "...Then there was some crouching dragons in the bush and-"

"I left my jacket by the dragon bush." I finished, just as Geri meandered, yes meandered being the correct term, over and put her arm around my shoulder.

"Saskia and Daniel, what the actual f..." Mrs Rhodes began to chuckle, shaking her head at us both.

"Saskia, did I tell you that I love your dress?" Geri interrupted and Daniel stepped back slightly. Geri was very drunk. Daniel didn't deal well with drunk people- especially Lizzie when she decides to vomit EVERYWHERE.

"Aw, thanks." I said. And she touched my hair. Had she followed me back on Twitter yet? Nope. She definitely had not. Was it my bio that she didn't approve of? What's wrong with 'I've always wanted to be a professional cheesecake eater.'!

Twitter aside, next to me I was vaguely aware that one of Paul's friends, George, had approached Daniel. The pair were chatting away like old pals, which was nice to see. Even if I had a species of Spice Girl hanging off my shoulder. Who didn't follow me on social media.

"Have you lost weight?" Geri pondered, in the end asking me all too directly. Still touching my hair. It needed cutting. "You look like you've lost quite a bit."

Lizzie coughed. I coughed. And then threw up in my mouth a little bit. I'd lost half of stone this year but I was not going to tell her that.

"Shall we go get some cake?" Lizzie said to break the awkwardness.

"Saskia needs cake." The person at my side let go and wobbled. Where the hell was Christian when you needed him! "Don't you, Saskia?"

"Tell her if she wants to stay with Dan and I, she's going to have to be nice. And give me her quota of victoria sponge." I discreetly told Lizzie and she nodded enthusiastically.

Just as we made our way over to the cake stand, Paul appeared out of nowhere, slipping his arm around his wife. Eek.

"What have I missed?" he asked, brushing his blonde curls away from his eyes. No amount of wax could tame his hair for long. "Ohh...oh dear." He'd spotted Geri staggering, then.

"Where's Christian?" I shouted. Abba had come on. This was Ricciardo and I's guilty pleasure song, admittedly.

"With my parents...I'll take Geri away." Paul waved a hand in front of Geri's face and eventually she responded, grinning. Paul loved playing the protector. "Geri, let's go find Christian!"

That was enough for her to be convinced. Impressive. I was going to use that tactic the next time my bestie turned into an annoying sod.

"My feet are starting to hurt." Lizzie laughed, grabbing onto me as she adjusted an earring. Why, I'm not exactly sure.

"This has been incredible though." I chuckled, looking around at everyone dancing. Dancing Queeeeeeeen... "I'm very proud of everyone."

"Thank the wedding planners!" Lizzie sniggered and smiled as her mum came over to join us. Lizzie's mum was awesome.