this week was the monaco grand prix and it was massive for you and your boyfriends family. you were french so it was the closest you would get to having a home grand prix and your boyfriend, arthur, and his family were all monegasque so it was the home grand prix.

now after was a development and reserve driver for ferrari, but his brother charles was an actual ferrari driver.

this weekend you would be attending all three days to watch charles. you, arthur, charles girlfriend alexandra, lorenzo (the eldest brother), and lorenzo’s fiance charlotte as well as pascale (their mum).

it was friday and practice one. obviously charles had got you all VIP guest passes. you were all stood on the balcony above the ferrari garage. alexandra and arthur had headphones on to listen to charles’ radio while you, lorenzo, charlotte and pascale didn’t.

you had a white silk shirt and a red skirt on with your hair down in your curls while arthur had a ferrari top, being a development driver meant he had too, and some blue jeans. he stood next to you, his hand on your lower back as you watched from above the ferrari garage.