You grew up in the heart of London, where the streets buzzed with energy and the world of fashion first caught your eye. From a young age, you were invested in the fashion industry until you moved to Monaco, where you studied design and fashion. You started reading books and quotes that inspired you to grow and learn new things. You changed your circle, cutting out fake people and keeping only your closest friends. Every day was a new beginning, and what others thought of you was none of your business. Your best friend, Lando Norris, helped you buy an apartment in his complex. While Lando traveled the world with McLaren, racing for trophies, you focused on your assignments. During the F1 break, Lando invited you over to his place while he was streaming. You walked into his streaming room, carrying your fashion sketchbook, computer, and an iced coffee. Lando looked up and smiled brightly when he saw you, turning away from the chat to greet you. You walked over to where he sat, glancing at the chat. He sighed softly and rested his cheek against your hip.

“This is my girl, Madeline. No— not my girl— yes, my girl, but not in that way” he said softly as he felt your fingers untangle his messy curls in his mullet.