It’s a surreal feeling, standing here, looking at her. I can hardly believe we’ve made it this far. From the long days of Formula 2 to the buzzing energy of Formula 1, we’ve grown, we’ve built something real. But this moment, right now, as I stand at the altar, about to marry her, it feels like the culmination of everything.

Her eyes are locked on mine, soft but intense, like she can see straight through to my heart. I can feel the weight of the crowd, the anticipation, but all that matters is her. She smiles, and I can see the love in her eyes—unwavering, steady. I can hardly contain my excitement; we’ve been through so much together, and now this... marriage. The start of something new.

I finished my vow. My heart pounds louder. She’s up now, and I see her take a deep breath before she starts speaking.

“I promise to love you in every moment, no matter where life takes us, in every race and every victory, in every challenge and every setback. I will always be by your side. I love you, Charles.”

Then, she takes another breath, her lips curling up in a soft, knowing smile. And she starts again.

“Je promets de t’aimer dans chaque moment, peu importe où la vie nous mène, dans chaque course et chaque victoire, dans chaque défi et chaque échec. Je serai toujours à tes côtés. Je t’aime, Charles.”

It hits me like a wave. My mind races. Did she just speak French? Fluently? I blink, not sure if I heard her right. I know she knows some words, but... French? She’s never really spoken it to me. Ever. Not like this. And she said it perfectly.

My heart skips a beat. I’m utterly speechless. She smiles softly, looking at me with that sweet, knowing look I’ve always loved.

My throat tightens, the words choking in my chest. It’s overwhelming. She did this. For me. I’ve always known she was special, but this… this is something else.

“Je t’aime,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them. And this time, it’s not just because I want to say it. It’s because it’s exactly how I feel.