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"Hey everyone, this is my best friend Maddie. Maddie this is everyone." You wave and smile looking at the group of people gathered around talking. "Maddie is going to be moving to Monaco, so please be nice to her, no one scare her off. Gasly I'm looking at you." Your best friend Anna says laughing and pointing towards a tall muscular brunette man. "Pierre Gasly" the guy says extending his hand towards you. "Madeline Sutton, but please call me Maddie." You respond, your hands touch eyes meeting, the feeling of butterflies going right to your stomach. "So, you'll be the one to watch out for. I'll guess I'll have to keep my eye on you." Pure Pierre Gasly effect romance, with just a splash of drama.
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