It was Christmas and your family had organized a dinner as usual. That year it was organized at your and Charles' house, to officially introduce your boyfriend to your family.

Your sisters struggled to believe that you were dating a Formula One driver, they made fun of you, believing that you were lying.

Charles had left that morning to sort out some things, returning home just as your sisters and some of the family had already arrived.

“Sorry babe, I'm late, there was traffic.”