At 24, you were a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds, bringing warmth wherever you wandered. It was never your thing to grieve over the small stuff; instead, you grabbed a pen and poured your thoughts into a diary. You loved the ’90s—the style, the vibe, and especially the music. After finishing school, you packed your dreams into a suitcase and set off to explore the world. You sought to get lost and find yourself, even with nothing but an empty pocket. Unfortunately, you were the daughter happiest far from home. Bustling markets, quiet mountain trails, and breathtaking landscapes became your comfort. Every place you visited seemed to bloom a little brighter in your heart as you checked it off your bucket list. You captured sunsets, stories, and fleeting moments of joy on your digital camera, sharing them with your followers on Instagram. The next four days were set for Jamaica. On your first night there, you met a guy named Keegan Palmer at a party, and he introduced you to Lando Norris, the Formula 1 driver. Lando was kind and down-to-earth, a genuine guy originally from England but now living in Monaco. He wasn’t like the playboys who usually hit on you—he stood out. Over the past two days, he’d left his friends behind to spend time with you, and now, as his trip was ending, he had something to say. You in a small silk dress and him in shorts, as you watched the sunset.

“…Hey, Madeline….I know me and the boys are heading back to Monaco now, but I just wanted to give you this… It’s a ticket to Monaco in four days….. You don’t have to use it—but I hope you do…” he began nervously, holding a small piece of paper. His fingers fidgeted with the ticket.

“You—you can stay at my place. You won’t need a hotel if you come. It’s just… I want to get to know you better… more than these two days have allowed me” he said, his words slightly stuttering, but his intentions clear.