[3] MARANELLO || C. LECLERC

THIRTY FIVE

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CAMILLE

"If you're not feeling well enough, you don't have to come to the track. You can stay here, you'll be safe." Charles brushed his fingers through my hair as I sat on the edge of our bed, dressed in my clothes for today but completely bare faced. My cheeks were burning. I woke up and threw up the contents of my stomach, before throwing up again just now, as we prepared to leave to meet Andrea.

"I'm okay, don't worry about me," I only had a few minutes to spare and I really needed to freshen up. I couldn't spend all day in the paddock with the awful taste which lingered in my mouth and feeling dirty. I needed to splash my face with some water and brush my teeth, ensure I had plenty of water with me, then I'd be ready to go. "It could've been the chicken I ate last night."

"I had the same chicken, and I'm fine." Charles was stubborn, and even more so when I was ill. I couldn't worry him today. It was race day in France, and after Canada, he was still leading the Championship, with an eleven point advantage over Sebastian. He was starting from Pole today and I could sense the nerves beginning to rise within him. The Championship was getting even tighter at the top now and he wanted to do everything in his power to ensure that he kept that top spot.

"Your immune system is definitely better than mine," I giggled, trying to distract him from the fact that I was a little unwell. However, he didn't budge, and he continued to glare at me, like he wanted to extract more from me. It was food poisoning at the worst, it wouldn't kill me. "Or maybe it's nerves. Stefan is around this weekend and you know how I feel about that."

"I know, and I'm trying my best to get him removed, I promise," Charles tugged on his hair before taking a quick glance at his watch. "I need to go. Are you coming, or are you staying?"

"I'm coming with you, Charles," thankfully, I didn't have to worry too much about applying foundation because my skin was more tanned than before, because it was getting even warmer as summer approached. It didn't take a lot of sunlight for me to develop a nice tan. I could throw my mascara and some lip balm into my bag and it would keep me going for the day. "Just give me a few minutes to freshen up, and while I'm in the bathroom, please put my mascara and lip balm into my handbag."

Charles nodded, pressing a kiss to my forehead before I stood up and headed into the bathroom. Our hotel room was gorgeous, but I was excited to go back home. I missed Monaco already. I just needed to relax; work seemed to be more tiring these days, although I enjoyed it just as much now compared to when I started. I just felt different, and I didn't know why. I simply put it down to a bad few days. I knew it would be nothing major, nothing life-changing, so I put my worries to bed and focused on today's race. Charles was going to be absolutely amazing, as always. I couldn't wait.

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I sat at the back of the Ferrari garage, completely engrossed in my Instagram feed, while Charles was busy in the media pen with Mia. This was the first time I'd been alone in the garage for a long time, and my nerves were not even a concern, because I felt safe. I knew that Stefan was in a meeting with Mattia and some other team members, so I knew he wouldn't bother me, or even be prominent in the garage. The race itself ended forty five minutes ago now, and it went well for Charles. He finished third, which wasn't what he hoped for, but it still kept him in P1 in the Drivers' Championship. With his second place finish, Sebastian gained eighteen points, but Charles' lead was still comfortable and nothing to stress over. He was doing so well. I wanted him to be Champion more than ever.