The Las Vegas night lights were blinding in the best way, glittering across the circuit as engines roared through the desert air. You stood in the paddock, still getting used to this new world, its pace, its pressure, the way everything felt louder when you were dating Charles Leclerc. You smoothed your jacket, trying to blend in, even though the crew and guests kept stealing curious glances your way. New girlfriend, their eyes seemed to say. Model. Pretty. Interesting.

You kept your focus on the screens above the garage, watching Charles speed through the straight. Your heart squeezed every time he took a corner aggressively. And then suddenly, without warning the operator camera swept across the paddock. It lingered on the drivers’ families, the familiar WAGs everyone recognized, and then… it landed on you. Clear, centered, full screen. The crew reacted instantly, some smiling, some whispering, some raising their brows like they hadn’t expected the newcomer to get that kind of spotlight.

For a second, you froze. The world felt louder, the crowd behind you suddenly aware. A mechanic nudged you lightly, chuckling. “Well… welcome to the grid” he teased. You gave a small smile, the kind you practiced for runways but never expected to use here. And even though you tried to play it cool, your cheeks were warm. Being on live broadcast during your boyfriend’s race felt unreal.

When Charles came back after the session, sweat still glistening at his temples, he saw the replay on the screen your face, calm but glowing under the paddock lights. His grin spread slowly, the proud kind. He walked straight to you, brushing a hand along your arm. “You looked beautiful” he murmured, eyes soft despite the noise around you. “Guess the world knows now.” His tone held a hint of playful pride, and as the neon lights of Vegas shimmered around you, it felt like your new chapter with him had officially begun.