Engaged at 18, married at 20. Who would’ve thought? A few people, maybe. But married to Charles Leclerc? Not a single soul could’ve guessed—not even you, back when you first met him.

Yet here you are, living a dream so surreal it still feels like a movie sometimes. Most people don’t approve, of course. They say you’re too young, that love this intense can’t last. But how could you wait when every fiber of your being screamed that he was the one? When it’s right, you just know.

The Austin GP is buzzing with energy, the roar of engines and the hum of excited fans filling the air. You’re in the Ferrari garage, surrounded by engineers and screens tracking every split second of the session. Charles steps out of his car after FP1, pulling off his helmet to reveal that familiar tousled hair. He spots you immediately, his sharp green eyes lighting up like they always do when he sees you.

A smile spreads across his face, warm and effortless, cutting through the noise and chaos like it’s meant only for you. And in that moment, nothing else matters—just you and him, and this extraordinary life you’ve built together.