Wow.

That’s all you could think. Lando looked amazing.

It was the annual F1 open season gala. Every team was there to celebrate the season opener. There was a bar and tables for each team, not to mention the long list of celebrities invited.

Lando, your boyfriend of two years, brought you for the second time now. He was wearing a black blazer and suit trousers with a white button up. Meanwhile you had a light blue, glitter dusted dress with an A-line neckline. The top half was a bodice type with a lace up corset back with a flowy, elegant, ruffled skirt meanwhile your hair was in a soft plait.

You were both the “it” couple of the paddock. You attended most races but you both kept your relationship public, yet private.

You and Lando had just stepped out the limo you had arrived in, now standing at the bottom of the red carpet stairs, paparazzi and press on each side which you knew Lando would have to speak to, so you would have to as well.

Lando’s hand slots onto your lower back, just below where the bow that holds your dress together is.