You couldn't help but smile as you stepped into the vibrant energy of the Ferrari garage, the hum of the post-race buzz filling the air. Carmen, your six-year-old, clutched your hand tightly, her eyes wide with excitement. It was Carlos' home race, and although work had initially kept you away, you had managed to pull off a last-minute miracle — canceling your appointment, catching a flight to Spain, and making it just in time to surprise him. Of course, you couldn't resist bringing your daughter along for the adventure.

“Now, mi pequenã, go on and hug daddy’s legs…” you whispered to Carmen as you crouched down to her level. Her face lit up with joy, and you gently placed her on the ground. You watched as her small legs carried her across the room, weaving through the bustling mechanics and crew. She ran straight to Carlos, her giggles bubbling up as she launched herself at him.

Carlos, caught in the middle of discussing something with a team member, froze for a second before looking down. The surprise in his eyes quickly melted into pure delight as he scooped up Carmen in one swift motion, holding her close. His gaze shifted to find you standing at the entrance, your smile soft and warm.