The tension in the Ferrari garage was palpable. It was the final Grand Prix of the year, and your fiancé, Carlos Sainz, was about to achieve what every Formula 1 driver dreamed of — to become the World Champion. You stood beside Caco, Reyes, and Carlos Sr., the Sainz family united in shared anticipation. The air was electric, thick with the unspoken prayers and hopes of everyone present.

Your hand was clasped tightly in that of Carlos' mother, her grip mirroring your own nervous energy. Your hearts seemed to beat in perfect unison, every thrum louder and faster as Carlos approached the last corner. The television screens displayed his red Ferrari as it sped through the track with precision and determination. There was no other driver in sight — he was alone, leading the race — but even so, the collective anxiety in the garage was overwhelming.

Time felt like it slowed as he crossed the final corner. You could barely breathe, every second stretching into eternity, until — finally — he passed the finish line. The words lit up on the screen, confirming what you had all been waiting for: Carlos Sainz was the Formula 1 World Champion.

The garage erupted into cheers, the kind of pure, unfiltered joy that only comes with witnessing a lifelong dream realized. Tears streamed down faces, hugs were exchanged, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. As you held his mother close, overwhelmed with pride and love, you knew this was a moment you’d carry with you forever.