you and lando since the day you first properly met, were in love. like deep deep love. it took a while for things to adjust, due to your brothers being the leclercs and obviously lando being a close friend and rival with charles in f1, but everything worked out in the end.

your relationship blossomed through the years, and after your mother’s and brothers’ blessings, he proposed. it was everything you could ever want.

today was the day. everything was perfect. the venue was in monaco, your home town. all of lando’s friends and family alongside yours were here.

currently, lando stood at the alter wearing a black suit which made him look handsome as ever. you were stood behind the doors. you had a beautiful white wedding dress on, traditional but perfect. it was a lace corset top vibe with a big poofy skirt and your hair was in a swirly bun with a veil.

currently, “iris” was playing as the bridesmaids walked down the aisle, a two of your best friends. then alexandra, who was your older brother charles girlfriend, was walking alongside charles and then charlotte, your eldest brother lorenzos wife, who was accompanied by lorenzo.

now it was your turn. your dad die when you were young, so that’s why your closest and most loved brother arthur would be walking you down the aisle.