monaco grand prix. the most prestigious on the calendar. it was beautiful, the town let alone when the race weekend came about.

monaco was an important track to you. it was where you grew up. your early memories recall you watching the cars zoom by as you sat in the grandstands or looked out other your balcony railing.

and now, you were grown up. 24. with a 3 year old daughter, isabelle. “belle” for short as it meant beautiful in french, your native language.

you still lived in monaco, alongside your f1 driver boyfriend lando who was also the father to your beautiful daughter.

today was the big day of monaco — race day. today was your daughter’s second time attending a grand prix weekend, obviously you two had special guest passes. the main reason you bought her was also because her grandparents, lando’s mum and dad cisca and adam, were attending this weekend.

lando had come in earlier today, for pre-race prep so he would be in the garage, so you arrived with isabelle as well as his parents.

you and isabelle were matching. you both had white dresses on, her a lot more child friendly and yours more adult like with denim jackets on. both of your hair back in a half up half down with some trainers on, you also had your handbag packed with snacks and toys for her.

you two walk in with his parents, and she very bravely scans her pass herself as you enter the turnstiles to the paddock.