life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

you and lando kept it causal — no label but commitment to one another. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you were a very private couple but people knew about you two. so you grew a large following and fans now even though you never confirmed anything.

then, one weekend lando wanted to treat you. he took you to the shard hotel in london. he said it was a “romantic weekend away.” the hotel was insane.

you were staying from thursday night to monday morning.

you two went out for dinner on friday night, all dressed up. lando had a button up and slacks on while you had a long black maxi dress on.

when you came back to the hotel room, you gasped.

it was decorated beautifully. it had rose petals and big balloons saying “be mine”. flowers, candles, a few gifts. lando did this all for you.