Today is the Monaco Grand Prix. Charles loves to be back home this week. He's determined to win the race.

Currently, I'm attending the ceremony, where we all listen to the National Anthem of my Monaco and the other drivers and the royal family of Monaco stands behind me.

Tilting my head to the side, I see the the Princess of Monaco, standing there, looking gorgeous. Her flawless hair, which probably feels soft, falls beautifully over her shoulder. And those eyes are beyond beautiful. They are art to me. And then...there are her lips. Perfectly shaped, kissable lips.

Even though I'm a popular and rich Formula one driver, I can't just talk to a princess...can I? It would probably break some rules, because barely anyone is allowed to talk to her, but I don't really care. I want her.