A few months ago, you got married. Only your closest family and friends know about it. You rarely appeared together in public, so hardly anyone suspected you of being in any kind of relationship.

You are at one of McLaren's events. You're sitting alone at a table because Lando went to get drinks for both of you. One of McLaren's sponsors sat down next to you. He was being overly friendly, even trying to touch you. Lando returned and immediately called him out, saying, "Keep your hands to yourself." The man scoffed and responded, "If you don’t want her for yourself, let someone else enjoy her."

Lando wrapped his arms around you from behind and, with a smile on his face, loudly declared, "She’s my wife!" The man was in shock and left you alone. "A drink for you, darling," Lando said, kissing me on the cheek and sitting down beside me. "I think it's time to stop hiding from the whole world, my wife."