After leaving a long and slightly toxic relationship with Max Verstappen, you got it into your head that you would never date anyone famous again, that you could no longer tolerate the media's intrusion into your love life. But then Carlos happened.

It happens every few lifetimes, these substances that affect you like white wine, that intoxicate you. Carlos gave you a comfort you didn't even know you needed, he fought to beat you, and without you expecting it, you knew that Carlos' heart on the podium said he was still reserved for you.

And honestly, who are you to fight Alchemy?

You were in Mexico with Carlos, watching the race from the Ferrari garage with his family and some friends, you weren't a public couple yet, but everyone around you knew it wouldn't be long before that happened.

So Carlos crossed the finish line, P1. Everyone in the garage was screaming, you were almost hoarse from all the screaming and jumping. The engineers took off their shirts and celebrated. Carlos ran to the Ferrari grille, his friends lifted him up, everyone was screaming. As soon as Carlos was back on the ground, he looked around the railing and saw you, laughing with your messy hair.

Where was the trophy? It didn't matter at that moment, Carlos ran to you, picked you up in his arms and even with the railing between you, he held you tightly, you were his trophy.