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 monaco university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out, you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance when he was, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you. but as your relationship progressed, he noticed your tendencies to push him away and run from a problem before it even happened.

you eventually moved in with him, to help save money so you didn’t have to rent a dorm. you two were a very private couple but people knew about you two. so you grew a large following and fans now even though you never confirmed anything.

as the months went on, your two’s relationship constantly progressed through ups and downs. you eventually became more public, however keeping it private. you confirmed the relationship by a simple kiss after he won in silverstone and he called you his girlfriend. but you still kept it private, the occasional cute photo posted but mainly you two would just be spotted together enjoying each others company which is how people still knew you two were together.

but life stayed the same. you studied while he worked and raced. occasionally, you would attend races when possible.