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.

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.

his family LOVES you. like really really. they adore you. your politeness, smartness, beauty.. everything really.

so when you graduated, and thought lando couldn’t make it, his parents were there for you.

lando was in NYC after the canadian grand prix for a movie premiere and you assumed he couldn’t make it as your graduation was on wednesday and the premiere was monday.

the race went shit for him, with him dnf after he made a mistake so you knew he probably didn’t want to be somewhere so public and just have some time to himself.

you looked gorgeous as you went on the stage to get your degree, in your gown and cap. you take your degree and smile for the photo, like everyone else. as doing this, your eyes searched the crowd. you see cisca and adam.. and then there he was. sat next to them, in a black button up and blue jeans. the proudest, cheesiest smile on his face as he watches you.