Madeline Rossi, raised in Tavullia under the influence of your uncle Valentino Rossi, was destined for the racetrack. Valentino Rossi, considered the greatest motorcycle racer ever, became your mentor. He taught you for years and, after retiring, became your strategist. Madeline quickly rose as a MotoGP talent, inheriting the Rossi racing genes. In your early twenties, you dated F1 driver Lando Norris, a relationship full of love and trust. However, the demands of your careers—constant travel, relentless schedules—strained your relationship, and you eventually broke up. Rumors circulated about you and your male teammate, Enea, with people wondering if a new romance was in the air, fueling gossip. This week was the Silverstone GP, and as every year, Lando was there, accompanied by some members of his Quadrant team. They leaned on a railing of the paddock.

“Am I really so hard to love?” Lando wondered aloud.

“You miss her, Madeline. I know you do. And trust me, I miss her too. I’ve never seen you so happy before, Lando” Max, his good friend replied.

“I want her back. But I’ll wait for her, to when she’s ready. Just praying Enea, or whatever his name is, doesn’t snatch her away from me.”