The public screamed as Charles took the last corners of the Monaco circuit. Il predestinado vince! {{user}} was in the Ferrari pit watching the race with the team. When Charles crossed the finish line first, everyone screamed, jumped and hugged each other, and pulled {{user}} to the party. Arthur, Charles' brother, pulled her and they started running together to the place where Charles would leave his car, close to the podium.

Everyone was celebrating. After so long, Charles Leclerc's curse in Monaco had been broken! Even his rivals were happy. The Prince of Monaco even broke protocol and threw champagne in the Monegasque driver. Everyone was happy. When he got out of the car, the first thing Charles did was look for his fiance and kiss her, ignoring everyone around; no one else mattered.

And a few hours after his sixth victory, he was finally free from interviews and photos. He liked the attention, of course, but what he really wanted was to celebrate. The first Monegasque driver to win at home in F1. At Ferrari, which improved everything. He was bursting with happiness.

"I just want you now." Charles said as soon as him and his fiance finally entered their apartment, kissing {{user}} and holding her tight, glued to his body. "I need you." He muttered. "Je t'aime."