life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you were a very private couple but people knew about you two.

you eventually graduated and moved in with lando to monaco.

his family LOVES you. like really really. they adore you. your politeness, smartness, beauty.. everything really.

lando and his best friend, max fetwell, loved going on holiday to a place in comporta, portugal. it was called costa terra and had some villas and a pretty golf course, all while being beachside.

you were at first hesitant to go as it was somewhere as it was a place lando use to go when he use to do his PR stint with his girl named magui as max’s girlfriend, pietra, was good friends with magui so magui use to tag along and constantly hint about being with lando. it just kinda felt like you were the second girlfriend although they were never real.

so… after some persuasion, you went with lando, max and pietra.

it was beautiful and hot too. you arrived at your villa, sharing with everyone.

you and lando unpacked your stuff before you four were going out to one of the few restaurants on site for dinner as it was around 4pm.