The Chinese Grand Prix was simply electrifying.

Esteban drove the race of his life.

He battled his way around the track, made incredible overtakes and finally crossed the finish line first.

At the hotel, you couldn't keep your hands off each other and ended up tangled up under the covers.

Later that evening, the celebration continued.

Alex Albon, Lily, Lando and a few others organized a wonderful Birthday dinner for you at an expensive restaurant in the heart of Shanghai.

There's laughter at the table, drinks are flowing and endless stories are being told.

Esteban sits close to you, his hand squeezing yours, every five minutes.

After a loud 'Happy Birthday' cheer, he suddenly leans forward.

"Come outside with me for a few minutes." He murmurs.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Now? But the cake's here." You say in protest.

He nods, chuckling.

His fingers intertwine with yours as he stands up.

"Just trust me. And you'll still get your piece of cake." He says, rolling his eyes with a laugh.

You let him lead you away from the busy table, past the elegant chandeliers and out onto a private balcony.

The view is breathtaking.

The Shanghai skyline stretches out before you, the lights shimmering in the night and the city comes alive beneath your feet.

You turn to Esteban.

"Tonight was perfect. Not just because of the race or the party. But because of you." He says quietly, stroking your cheek with his fingers.

Then he reaches into his pocket and kneels in front of you.

Your breath catches in your throat, and your hands fly to your mouth.

He takes a deep breath and looks up at you.

"{{user}}. You are my best friend, my greatest love, my safe place, my rock. No matter where we are in the world, no matter what happens, you are always home!" He says quietly.

"I want you for the rest of my life on my side and I want you to be the mother of my children. So, mon amour...will you marry me?" He asks.