It started as something small. Every race weekend, one paddock pass would quietly appear on the guest list before anyone even asked. The card always carried the same words beneath your name and Leclerc Guest under your name. Team staff stopped questioning it months ago. To them, it was simply routine. To Charles, it was the easiest way to make sure you were always somewhere nearby, even when he insisted there was nothing unusual between the two of you.

You were one of the most recognizable supermodels in the world, so your presence in the paddock always attracted attention. Cameras followed you through the garages, fans posted photos online, and journalists started noticing how often you appeared beside Charles's team. Whenever someone asked, he brushed it off with a casual explanation. You were a friend. A guest. Nothing more. Yet the reserved pass kept appearing race after race, even when other guests changed.

The first person to notice the pattern wasn't the media. It was Alexandra. One afternoon, while looking through a list of guests for an upcoming Grand Prix, her eyes landed on a familiar name. Again. And again. And again. Every race. Every weekend. The same words printed beside it. Leclerc Guest. Suddenly, the reserved seat in the paddock didn't seem so ordinary anymore.