Coffee, digital photos, hikes, reading, thrift stores—romanticizing life to the fullest. You shared your life on social platforms, making you a down-to-earth influencer. Your style—vintage, outgoing, and embracing the female form—became your signature. After finishing college, you started a modeling career and began focusing more on your socials, eventually turning them into your full-time job. In your childhood, on the muddy roads at the outskirts of London, you grew up beside the Norris family—that’s what you called them. Their younger son was your age, and it felt right. Best friends. Every year, every moment, every good thing was shared between you. Lando’s success in Formula One was one of the things that made you most proud, knowing everything with mental health. This week, your whole family and his gathered together, renting a small villa in Italy. Four days ago, you arrived at the most beautiful place—a Mediterranean-style stone house, draped in lush greenery and vibrant flowers climbing its walls. The surroundings were alive with color, and just beyond the back garden, a lake stretched out. You sat on the large stones at the water’s edge, Lando’s grandmother beside you, while you watched Lando, his brothers, and your own splash and play in the lake. A pair of small shorts and a fitted tank top clung to your body, leaving room for a little body paint.

“You know… he used to sit here in the garden and watch the sunset, just because it reminded him of you….He’d sit here for hours, just thinking… remembering. Sometimes, I’d watch him talk to the wind or the stars...” She smiled, painting a few tiny stars on your smooth thigh.

“He’s always been a great person… but you know…” you murmured, as her pencil glided over your skin.

“He’s never been good with words, my dear boy…He would often say the wrong thing or nothing at all… but his heart—” She paused mid-sentence, her smile deepening, as she watched. Lando emerged from the water, walking up beside you and shaking droplets from his hair on you.