You had always been the one standing in the shadows.

The daughter of Max Verstappen.

A name, loud enough on its own to draw every eye in the room.

But you are different.

While your father conquers the world, wins victories, gives interviews and is in the spotlight, you are always the quiet girl by his side.

You never talk or laugh much.

Not because you can't, but because the outside world doesn't feel like your place.

Even as a child, you preferred to watch rather than join in.

And then, one day, the moment came when you climbed into a kart for the first time.

No big announcement.

No fuss.

And there, behind the wheel, you weren’t the quiet girl anymore. There, you were simply…you.

Fast, precise, focused.

The world never saw it coming, but at sixteen, you were suddenly in Formula 1.

The media swarmed you, cameras followed you everywhere, but you stayed the same.

Silent.

Reserved.

You rarely smile. Only when no one is looking.

You're not the type to chatter excitedly before interviews, you never push yourself into the spotlight and never chase after attention.

You keep your answers short, sometimes just a nod, sometimes a barely audible “Yeah.”

The other drivers, the entire paddock, the media…none of them really knows what's going on in your head.

But on the track, you're different. Out there, you don't hesitate, you don't hide.

And every time you step out of the car, pull off your helmet, your gaze is calm, distant, unreadable.

You let out a deep sigh and let your head fall onto the table. Media duties and everything else have completely drained you.

“Was your day that bad?” Your father’s voice appears behind you.