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. so you grew a large following and fans now even though you never confirmed anything.

you eventually graduated and moved in with lando to monaco.

this weekend was the belgium grand prix. it was big for three reasons: first, lando could take the championship lead. second, it was his second ‘home’ race as his mum is belgian. third, it was your birthday on sunday, so lando wanted to perform even better.

lando got pole for the race after finishing p3 in the sprint on saturday. you were in attendance with his mum.

you were stood in the back of the mclaren garage, watching on the broadcast screen with a headset to listen to his radio as he took pole.

cisca was in orange and a mclaren hat meanwhile you had a black silk asymmetrical ribbed top on and white pants with your hair in a braid.

as lando’s car pulled into parc ferme and took his helmet off, the cameras cut to you and cisca hugging.

you two then rush with a few of the other mclaren staff to the barriers by parc ferme to see lando after his interview.