Flowergirl and Driver

Flowergirl and Driver

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Giselle Marionette Beaufort is my full name. Quite complicated and long but my parents liked it so they gave it to me. I'm 24 years old and I'm studying garden architecture by distance learning. You're probably wondering why I'm doing this or something but when I decided to move to Monaco where my grandmother is from I already knew I wanted to stay there. And so it happened that I'm a student at a distance but I missed something here so I decided to open a small flower shop. Everybody will say that in a city like this there are a lot of them and you're definitely right but you have to try everything. And so began my little adventure in the city of luxury. I apologize for my English, it's not my first language.
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Sticking around was never her intention. She just wanted to watch one race and the people around her made everything in their power to keep her there. The upside down came into her life once she accepted that job offer and started traveling around the world along with the Formula 1 teams. And it was not because the sport had its way of sucking you deep in its hellhole and bleeding you dry. It was all because of him. Because of his green eyes and his cute dimples she tried so hard to ignore and forget. "Will you stay if I tell you I love you?" she asked, her voice low and weak. He approached her and brought his hands to her cheeks. He wiped her tears with his thumbs as he held her face into his hands. "No, mon cœur. You're scared to love me, and hearing you say those words won't make me stay because I know they're not true. " (The story is a product of fiction.)

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