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. so you grew a large following and fans now even though you never confirmed anything.

it was finally summer break meaning 3 weeks off for lando. you hadn’t seen each other since you attended silverstone and watched him win alongside his family and friends, who all loved you, which was beautiful.

you flew out to monaco to spend the weekend with him, expecting to maybe try book a holiday together when he told you on monday who was going to ibiza on a “boys” golf holiday with him, max f, ed, martin, tom and connor. this obviously upset you as you wanted to spend time with him and go on holiday but he only had two weeks left and one was spent on holiday.