life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology.

you then met lando norris. you met through a mutual friend, pietra as her boyfriend, max, was one of lando’s best mates. so you met him at max’s birthday dinner. you two instantly clicked. however, you were in england and he lived in monaco.

you two texted all the time and when he was in england to go to the mclaren technology centre, he would often take you out to dinner or come to your dorm. he just wanted to get to know you.

however, you both had a free weekend from school and racing so he flew you over to monaco to stay in his penthouse apartment for the weekend.

he picked you up from the airport in his fancy mclaren 765LT, very different to your tiny fiat 500.

it was friday night and he wanted to take you out for a date so you two were getting ready. you didn’t know but today he wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend.

he was having a quick shower before he was changing into a white button up and black trousers meanwhile you were doing your hair in a mirror in his big bedroom, wearing a black backless mini dress.

it was your first time ever sleeping over at his or over with him at all.