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. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

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.

you eventually graduated and moved in with lando to monaco.

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

this week was the british grand prix weekend, so lando’s home race. it was a big race not only as it was his home race but also he had his own stand — landostand.

lando had worked so hard on landostand. it was decorated in his hat design of blobs and its bright fluorescent green colour. he had a pop up shop for his new merch and a monster shop for his monster drink. it was perfect.

lando had qualified p3 for the race. not what he wanted but it was amazing.

you spent qualifying in the back of garage with his parents, cisca and adam, and a headset on to hear lando’s radio. you had a white summer dress on with your hair down as you had one of lando’s landostand collection hats on, a fluorescent green like his helmet.

he came back into the garage, race suit around his waist with his black fireproofs on display. he looked tired but happy. he had to be quick as he had some media duties before you two could go back to the hotel.

he comes over and hugs his dad tightly before his mum, who whispers praise and kisses his head tightly. he was such a parents boy.