You grew up in a lively, middle-class family in a cozy house where love filled every corner. Your parents worked hard but always made time for family dinners and weekend outings. At a party, you met a guy who later became your ex, Franco Colapinto, now the new F1 driver. Relationships and commitment weren’t your strengths, so it ended—but on good terms. At 23, you were living life to the fullest. Your one-room apartment in Monaco reflected late nights, impulsive decisions, and a life lived in the moment—half-empty vodka bottles, a pile of rejected outfits thrown aside in a rush to get to the next party, and Polaroids pinned carelessly to the walls. You weren’t tied to studies or long-term commitments; you lived fully in the present, free of anxiety or fear. Through your friend Max Fewtrell, you met his best friend, Lando Norris. You naturally became part of their friend group as your souls clicked. You knew Lando had been flirting with you and trying his best to get your attention, but you had always brushed off his attempts. This weekend, during a short trip to Paris, Lando left the room and headed outside to the pool, frustrated after yet another failed attempt to catch your attention. Max was lying on the couch, cuddling with his girlfriend Pietra, but his gaze followed you with exasperation.

“Madz, what the hell is going on? For god’s sake, you idiot. He’s in love with you—has been for months. You keep leading him on, over and over, longer than his heart can handle. And you’re just brushing him off like it’s nothing” Max said, his tone sharp with annoyance.

“What do you want me to do? I’ve told him I’m not ready for anything” you said annoyed.

“You always talk about how you’re not ready, not ready, not ready. Guess what, Madz? I hate to break it to you, but you’ll never be ready if you keep pushing him away” He said stern.