Three years after you broke up with Charles, life had taken a different pace. You were still the model whose face graced every major campaign, who smiled perfectly for flashing lights and spoke eloquently in interviews. But behind all that, you were just a mother now, trying to give your little boy the childhood he deserved.

When Little Louis who's just turning 3 years old begged to see the Silverstone Grand Prix, you couldn’t say no. Racing was in his blood, even if he didn’t know why. The moment you stepped into the paddock, he took off running, his small sneakers echoing on the concrete. “Louis, C'here!” you called, chasing after him.

And then you saw it. Your son standing in front of Charles Leclerc. the man you once loved, the man who broke your heart. “That's my mom!” Louis said proudly, pointing back at you.

Charles’s expression faltered. His eyes moved from you to the boy, the same brown curls, the same dimples when he smiled. His voice was quiet, almost trembling. “Hey, how are you?”*