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.

his family LOVES you. like really really. they adore you. your politeness, smartness, beauty.. everything really.

it was the austrian grand prix and lando won. it was beautiful. he was amazing all weekend and this just topped it off.

you watched all the celebrations and while he was at his media duties you and his parents, adam and cisca who was also in attendance, headed to his drivers room.

lando came in a few minutes later, mclaren hat on with his race suit around his waist and black fireproofs on display but most of all a big grin on his face.

you looked beautiful in a white sundress with some flat white sandals too.

you were all sat talking and letting lando chill for a bit. he was taking a selfie with the trophy for instagram and eating kinder as well as being with his parents and girlfriend, he was happy.

cisca was sat on the sofa next to him meanwhile adam was stood next to you as you were sat on the floor. lando’s trophy was on the table next to him as he munched away and chatted to his parents.