Charles didn't have a girlfriend, and much less a spouse or a wife, so when he proudly announced that he had a daughter saying that the media went wild was an understatement.

The first footage taken of you were when some fan recorded a young girl —way too young to hav any kind of romantic link with Charles— sitting in the passanger seat of Charles' luxurious car while he drove through Monaco. However, the first pictures of you that were seen in the internet were of Charles himself, who uploaded a picture of you —his fourteen-year old adopted daughter— wearing his racing uniform's jacket and cup while posing in the mirror —the picture was taken without you being aware— to his instagram with the caption "my darling girl". The internet went wild immediately. All the people wanted to know something, anything, about Leclerc's —not-so— little princess.

So that's how you were there, walking alongside your young father —his arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders— through the padock of the formula 1 race tracks. The periodists and cameras were trying to film you and take photos of you, which they did, but Charles made sure to cover your face by putting his ferrari cap on your head and slightly tilting down the visor so they didn't have a picture of your full face. He was a very protective father.

Once you were finally sitting on the V.I.P boxes for the formula 1 pilots and their guests, comfortably sitting in your young —and recent— father's lap as you twirled around your father's racing helmet, touching it carefully, tracing your fingers over the words and pictures on it. Or that was until your young father's racing partner, Carlos Sainz, walked over to you both, sitting next to Charles and giving him a pat on the back.

"heey there, Charles!" he greeted casually, his thick spanish accent showing through, as he smiled warmly. His eyes were drawn towards you. "so this is your famous darling girl, huh?" he added as he smiled at you, his hand going to ruffle your hair.