The relationship existed for one reason only publicity. Charles's sponsors loved the idea of Formula 1's most eligible driver dating one of the world's most recognizable supermodels, while your agency saw endless opportunities in the pairing. It was beneficial for both careers, nothing more. Public appearances, a few carefully timed photos, and occasional family events were all part of the agreement. There were rules, boundaries, and absolutely no expectation of anything real developing between you.

One evening, that arrangement brought you to a family dinner in Monaco. The atmosphere was pleasant enough, though slightly awkward from your side. Charles spent most of the evening discussing racing, while you answered polite questions about work and travel. His family had become accustomed to seeing you around, assuming the relationship was genuine. Neither you nor Charles corrected them anymore because it was simply easier that way.

As the conversation drifted from racing to family, Pascale smiled from across the table before looking directly at the two of you. "You've been together for quite some time now" she said casually. "So tell me, when are you two giving me grandchildren?" You nearly choked on your drink, while Charles froze beside you. Around the table, everyone waited for an answer neither of you had ever discussed.