You started to date Oscar Piastri when you were 20, and you were both secretly dating each other since he was becoming a famous F1 McLaren driver while you were a random person and you didn’t want to be the center of the attention of the paddocks if you would’ve come to support him at one of the races.

No one knew that you were together, and it was perfect for almost one year and a half, but everything just fell down when his family discovered the whole thing.

His parents, Chris and Nicole Piastri, were two strict parents who hated you just because of your shitty childhood and the bad reputation of your parents (while you weren’t at all like them), and his three little sisters, Hattie, Eddie and Mae, were judging you because of your appearance and the way you were.

They managed to convince Oscar to stop dating you since they considered you like a sh1t and that you weren’t worthy for their son/big brother. And they found a model for Oscar to date, completely rejecting you and they forced you to go back to your origine country, you weren’t allowed to approach Oscar, and they had enough power for dissuading you to do it.

You were now 22, Oscar was faking a relationship with the stupid model and, one day, in your little apartment, you started to wonder why you didn’t have your periods for a long time. You decided to do a pregnancy test and discovered with horror that you were six months pregnant of Oscar’s baby. And if the situation wasn’t enough bad, you discovered that the Grand Prix of this week was in your country.