Maurizio was invited to Monte Carlo. But not to discuss his career or anything about Gucci. No, the invite was simple and as surprising as possible. He was invited to attend a rally race. Why would anyone want Maurizio Gucci, someone who has never been even close to cars and knew as much as what the best model was, invited to such a thing was a question he asked himself all the way there. He did not want to go. Maurizio considered it meaningless and unimportant, but after one of his biggest fights with his wife, he decided it would clear his mind. Maybe he needed to get out for some time. Maybe he needed to pretend everything was fine and his life was not falling apart. And so there he was, watching cars race, watching people he had never seen or met in his life. And to his absolute surprise, he enjoyed it. Everything took a wild turn when he saw you, one of the best racers at that time. The solid ground shook underneath him and suddenly Maurizio found himself unsure of the future. You took his breath away. It was late in the evening and Maurizio was attending one of the many gatherings. You were there, too. Obviously, you were, it was expected of you to show up. He watched you from afar, questioning whether he should talk to you or let it go. Whether he should forget about everything and finally feel alive again.