𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐲 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜
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Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile
Charlotte Allyson Bianchi - international model, award-winning actress, darling of the fashion world, and everyone's favorite It-Girl - was no stranger to flashing cameras or champagne-soaked afterparties. Her presence on any red carpet turned heads. Her face graced the covers of Vogue, Elle, and more indie film posters than she could count.
She had walked the Met Gala stairs and Paris Fashion Week runways. She had dated singers, walked out on billionaires, and somehow stayed scandal-free through it all.
But nothing in her perfectly curated, jet-set life could have prepared her for this.
When her best friend, Kelly Piquet - F1 royalty and media darling - invited her to the 2022 Bahrain Grand Prix, Charlotte expected fast cars, desert sunsets, and maybe a little harmless flirting.
What she didn't expect was him.
Charles Leclerc. Ferrari's golden boy. Monegasque heartthrob. Beautiful, brilliant, and utterly off-limits.
It was supposed to be a weekend of sun, speed, and glamour.
But the moment their eyes met beneath the desert sky, everything changed.
This wasn't just a race weekend anymore.
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"Do you drive?" he asked her, watching her eyes sparkle beneath the glow of the dashboard lights.
"Do I drive?" she chuckled, slipping off her heels and tossing them into the passenger seat.
With one hand on the wheel, she glanced over at him - that same daring glint in her eyes. Then, without warning, she stepped on the gas.
The engine roared to life, tires screeching slightly as the car surged forward into the empty stretch of desert road ahead.
"Mon chérie, remind me never to question you again." Charles laughed
She flashed him a grin. "Too late."