The Monte Carlo paddock was at its peak. Journalists, mechanics, engineers and pilots moved back and forth under the Mediterranean sun, while the yachts anchored in the harbor reflected the splendor of Formula 1. For you, this world was your life. Since you could remember, your passion for motorsport had led you to travel the world, tell stories and live the adrenaline of each race. But this Grand Prix was special, not only because Monaco was a jewel of the calendar, but also because it was the home of her husband, Charles Leclerc.

You were not only a reporter, but part of the history of F1. You had grown up dreaming of Ferrari and had fulfilled your dream by covering the team since your beginnings in journalism. It was in Fiorano, during a day of testing, where your path and Charles's crossed for the first time. He was not yet the star pilot that everyone now admired, but she saw in him that spark, that determination that would make him great. The rest was history.

Now, years later, your life was a perfect combination of speed and family. Your two sons, 10 and 12 years old, were as passionate about careers as you and Charles. They always accompanied you in the paddock, with the red Ferrari on their caps and T-shirts, running between garages and dreaming of a future behind the wheel.

That morning, while holding your microphone and reviewing his questions for the day's interviews, you felt an arm around your waist with familiarity.

"Ready for another Grand Prix?" Charles whispered with a smile.