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yourusername My best girl is getting married to her best boy 💍 Lolo, my sunshine soul, you deserve every ounce of the magic coming your way. Enzo, thank you for loving her like we all dreamed someone would.

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charlotte2304 I love you so so much, y/nn ❤️

→ yourusername ❤️ u Lolo.

lorenzotl I’m the lucky one 💛 Thank you for this post and for always being by her side.

→ yourusername Enzo 🥺🫶🏽

pascale_leclerc Welcome to the family, ma douce Lottie and Y/n, you're as much family as Charlotte is 🤍✨

→ yourusername Love you, Mama Leclerc 🫶🏽

julia.tolotta So happy to finally have a sister @/charlotte2304. Love you too y/n❤️

→ yourusername ❤️

jasminsprengel My heart is so full! Congrats @/charlotte2304, @/lorenzotl, so happy for you both 🥰

charles_leclerc Most memorable day ❤️

→ yourusername Can I keep Leo?

→ charles_leclerc you can keep anything you want.

yoursisterusername SO HAPPY FOR THEM 😭💍

arthur_leclerc Finally! I was starting to lose hope in Enzo's planning skills 😂

→ yourusername Surprised that you kept the plans a secret. Couldn't be more proud of you 🥺

username1 Now let’s talk bridesmaid dresses 😌

→ yourusername Hell yeah!!

CHARLES'S POV

BOUTIQUE IN MONACO

The small boutique smelled like cedarwood as Y/n walked in with Charles and rest of the wedding party to select from the outfits the bride and groom has chosen fitting the theme.

Y/N stepped out of the fitting room, smoothing down the soft satin of her bridesmaid dress. She chose a blush pink dress that complimented her the best.

Charles looked up from his seat, gaze flickering up and freezing mid-motion. All the other groomsmen were trying out their tux but he wanted to wait for Y/n to choose her dress and match his tie with her.

“You’re staring,” she said, folding her arms, but her voice held no real edge.

Charles blinked like he’d just been smacked out of a trance. “I’m not staring. I'm observing...”

“Right,” Y/N said, drawing out the word. “Because you’re a fashion expert now?”

He stood up then, walking over and making a point to circle her slowly like he was analyzing F1 telemetry. “No. But I know when something fits right.” His voice dropped just slightly, fingers ghosting near her waist, never quite touching. “And that dress fits you right.”

Y/N’s breath caught. Just for a second. “You’ve never said that to anyone else in the wedding party,” she said carefully.

“I’ve never meant it about anyone else in the wedding party.”

She looked at him trying hard to control not to blush. “What about you?” she asked, stepping back. “Got your tux picked?” She awkwardly diverted the topic.

He held up a swatch book, grinning. “My tux fits right. the only thing left to select is my tie.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, flipping through the swatches like she hadn’t already decided an hour ago. “You should match with Arthur.”

“Since we'll be walking down together I think I should match my tie with you,” Charles said, amused.

“You love doing this don't you”

“Yeah,” he said, too soft. Too quick. “I do.”

They both froze. Y/N swallowed. “I meant making the wedding look perfect.”

“Yeah,” Charles echoed, gaze unreadable. “Me too.” She turned away first, pretending to thoughtfully advise other bridesmaids hairstyles on their dresses.

Y/N'S POV

yourusername

CHARLES' HOME, MONACO

The paper bag crinkled loudly as Y/N set it down on Charles’s coffee table, the aroma of green curry and fried rice filling the room like a hug in spice form.

Leo was already circling her ankles, like she'd give him food as well. "You already ate,” Y/N picked him up, laughing as she scratched behind his ears. “You menace.”

“Wonder where he gets that from,” Charles said, appearing from the kitchen with two wine glasses in hand.

“I’m ignoring that,” she said, accepting the bottle anyway.

They sat cross-legged on the couch, digging into the food with quiet satisfaction. It was their fourth date.

Leo eventually settled between them, head on Y/N’s thigh like he’d picked a side. She absentmindedly stroked his fur while stealing the last spring roll.

“You like him more than me,” Charles sighed.

“He doesn’t overthink where to place his elbows when we eat,” she teased.

He rolled his eyes, but his smile lingered. And then, his arm brushed against hers on the cushion. He didn’t pull away this time.

“So,” he started, too casually. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, chewing slowly. “About?”

Charles shifted a little, clearly trying to act cooler than he felt. “The Monaco Grand Prix. It’s in a couple of weeks.”

“I know,” she said, watching him. “I've never missed the home races.”

He laughed, then shook his head, suddenly serious in that open, vulnerable way that always caught her off guard. “ I want you to come as my girlfriend.”

Y/N blinked. Her heart flipped. “You sure?” she asked, voice lower now. “That’s… public.”

Charles nodded. “I’m sure. My whole family is supposed to be there, that includes you.”

She looked at him, then down at Leo, then back at him. “Can I wear red?”

“You’d better.” She leaned back against the couch, smiling into her wine.

Charles smiled wide, boyish, unmistakably relieved. Leo barked once like a stamp of approval before promptly crawling into Y/N’s lap, who kept her wine away and kissed his head.

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leclercsupremacy The Leclercs, Charlotte, and Y/N attended Monaco GP race day. Did Charles and Y/N just made it official with the post race kiss?

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f1editsdaily I stalked her, She's already in the family since Lorenzo started dating Charlotte, Pascale and Arthur's comments in her posts are wholesome

lecfosi16 lowkey bold of her to debut at Monaco of all places

itslecrec the way Arthur was carrying her bag???

username1 she’s literally just another influencer 🥱 nextttt

→ leclercsupremacy She's a software engineer and is currently regional development head for Monaco in Google. So, no, not another influencer...

sharles16stan My Roman Empire is Charles looking at her like she’s his whole world.

leclercsangel not y’all mad because he likes a woman with a personality 😭

username2 girl… he held her face when he kissed her. that’s not casual.

wifeofcl Kissing after a P2? Chill. It’s not even a win.

formulababygirl Not the Monaco prince getting his princess moment 😭

f1noir_1 We get it. She’s dating Charles. Can we get back to the actual racing now?

CHARLES' HOME, MONACO

The apartment was too quiet when Charles and Y/n went in after the celebratory dinner. Charles had been dull the whole dinner.

Y/N watched Charles dropping on the couch from the doorway for a moment before she stepped in, gently taking Leo off leash. He sprinted in the room to his toys, as Y/N nudged.

His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles had gone pale. She didn’t speak but moved to sit beside him.

“I had it,” he said after a long time, voice so soft it barely existed. “We had it. And they—”

His jaw clenched. “fucked everything up!”

Y/N swallowed. “P2 is still—”

“It’s not enough.” His voice cracked then. “Not for this. Not for everything I’ve put into this. Not for him.”

For Charles it was not just about the race. It was about his father.

Charles leaned forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. “I’m doing everything I can. I train like a machine. I say the right things. I show up. I fight. And it never feels like it’s enough. I’m not winning. I’m not—” He broke off, shaking his head like the words betrayed him. “I’m not making him proud.”

Y/N reached for his hand, unfolding his fingers one by one until his palm was open in hers.

“Cha,” she whispered, her voice tight, “he’s already proud of you.”

He didn’t look up. “He saw the boy who raced in karting with fire in his eyes and dreams too big for his chest. He saw the boy who got up every time it hurt, who never lost that fight. He saw all of it and he was proud then. Imagine what he’d feel now. Not just of the driver you’ve become, but the man.”

His breath hitched. Y/N kept going, voice steady despite the lump forming in her throat. “Your father isn’t proud of trophies. He’s proud of his boy.”

Charles turned to her slowly, eyes glassy and aching. “Your whole family is very proud of you, mon amor. We love you so much. Even on days like this when you don’t believe in yourself, we believe enough for all of us. You don’t have to earn our pride, Charles. You already have it.”

Tears slipped down his cheek silently, and she caught them with her fingers like they were something sacred.

“I’m tired,” he whispered. “I just… I wanted it so badly. For him. For me.”

“I know, baby” she said, pulling him into her arms, letting him fold into her chest like something crumpling under the weight. “And you will get it. I don’t know when. But I do know that you haven’t failed him. You’ve made him proud a thousand times over. And no fuck-ups can ever take that away.”

They sat like that for a long time. And in the quiet, just above the sound of his breathing against her shoulder, she whispered into his hair “Your dream isn’t over, Cha. And he’s still with you. All of us are."

Maybe that didn’t fix everything. But it was enough for tonight.

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yourusername Woman of the hour 🤍✨ @/charlotte2304

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lorenzotl Mon amour 🤍

→ charlotte2304 ma chérie

lorenzotl Thank you for making her feel so loved, Y/N.

→ yourusername 🤍

username1 Team bride !💖

pascale_leclerc so elegant and full of love 💐 truly beautiful, just like you both 🤍

→ yourusername thank you for raising the sweetest fam ❤️

→ charlotte2304 love you, maman 🥹

charlotte2304 still not over this day. not even a little bit. thank you for making everything feel like me. you are the best human I know, Y/nn.

→ yourusername You deserve the best, Lolo 🥺🤍

charles_leclerc Leclerc's best girls ❤️

→ yourusername baby ❤️

julia.tolotta she’s glowinggggg 🕊️💍

username2 The most prettiest bride to be 🤍

username3 The perfect weekend 😍🙌

arthur_leclerc belles-sœurs 🥺🤍

→ yourusername arty 🫶🏽

jasminsprengel 💕💕💕💕💕💕

HOTEL HERMITAGE, MONTE-CARLO

Y/N and the other bridesmaids arrived with Charlotte and took their places next to the groomsmen.

Charles offered Y/N his arm, already waiting just behind the florals framing the start of the aisle. He looked unfairly good in the fitted tux and a soft pink tie that matched her dress exactly. She hadn’t known he’d pick it. But of course he had.

“Ready?” he asked softly, eyes flicking down to hers.

The wedding planner motioned them forward, but for one second, it felt like the world held still.

He held out his arm again, a little more formally this time, and she tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow.

And then they walked down the white petal-strewn aisle, through golden sunlight and hushed gasps, through camera shutters and the scent of blooming jasmine.

Her dress shimmered with every step. His presence was steady beside her, the warmth of his skin brushing hers at the elbow, grounding her.

When they reached the end of the aisle and split to their respective places beside the altar, Charles lingered a second longer than necessary, as if reluctant to let her go.

Charlotte stepped into view at the top of the aisle, everything else blurred. Y/N’s breath caught.

She tried to hold it together. She really did. But as Charlotte’s eyes met hers something inside Y/N cracked wide open.

Tears slipped down her cheeks silently. From the overwhelming wave of love and pride and that strange kind of ache that only comes when you realise someone you adore is stepping into the most beautiful phase of their life.

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yourusername The most magical ‘I do’ I’ve ever witnessed 🕊️💍

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charlotte2304 My maid of honor, my soulmate in glitter and crisis.

→ yourusername Amour 🤍

charles_leclerc We walked the aisle too, no? 😉

→ yourusername Shush 🤭

lorenzotl You’re family, always. Thank you for everything, truly. Couldn’t imagine the day without you.

→ yourusername Beau-frère 🤍

yoursisterusername So wholesome 🥺

username2 Still recovering from the speech. Truly beautiful ❤️

→ yourusername Thank you ☺️

jasminsprengel YOU WERE STUNNING!

username3 MoH of the century award goes to you.

arthur_leclerc Speech game: strong. Cry game: stronger.

→ yourusername 💪🏼

username4 Now we need yours and Charles' wedding ❤️

username5 Oh my god these pictures are sooo pretty🥺

TWO YEARS LATER

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yourusername La Familia ❤️

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charles_leclerc Mon Cherie❤️

→ yourusername mon amour ❤️

charlotte2304 Best Auntie

→ yourusername Best niece 💕

username1 🧿

arthur_leclerc pic credit???

→ yourusername @/charles_leclerc

→ arthur_leclerc 😭

username2 That golden hour glow is criminal

pascale_leclerc My sweet girl 🌸

→ yourusername Mama Bear, ILY 💗

yoursisterusername Baby content, dog content, couple content… overachiever.

→ yourusername Go study for our finals 🙂

username3 Gorgeous ✨️

charles_leclerc

6 MONTHS LATER...

kymillman

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kymillman A familiar face, a fresh start. Y/N Y/LN spotted in Melbourne with boyfriend Charles Leclerc and his new teammate Lewis Hamilton, looking happier than ever after a long public silence.

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f1teaofficial SHE’S BACK AND SHE LOOKS SO UNSHAKEN OMG softforleclerc 6 months. no posts. no follows. and she shows up like this??? mother. lewishamfans Also y/n and lewis being besties?? ICONIC. oscarpiastri Mother 🙇🏻‍♂️ formulagirliez oscar 😭

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yourusername I did one thing right.

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yourusername My best girl is getting married to her best boy 💍 Lolo, my sunshine soul, you deserve every ounce of the magic coming your way. Enzo, thank you for loving her like we all dreamed someone would.

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charlotte2304 I love you so so much, y/nn ❤️

→ yourusername ❤️ u Lolo.

lorenzotl I’m the lucky one 💛 Thank you for this post and for always being by her side.

→ yourusername Enzo 🥺🫶🏽

pascale_leclerc Welcome to the family, ma douce Lottie and Y/n, you're as much family as Charlotte is 🤍✨

→ yourusername Love you, Mama Leclerc 🫶🏽

julia.tolotta So happy to finally have a sister @/charlotte2304. Love you too y/n❤️

→ yourusername ❤️

jasminsprengel My heart is so full! Congrats @/charlotte2304, @/lorenzotl, so happy for you both 🥰

charles_leclerc Most memorable day ❤️

→ yourusername Can I keep Leo?

→ charles_leclerc you can keep anything you want.

yoursisterusername SO HAPPY FOR THEM 😭💍

arthur_leclerc Finally! I was starting to lose hope in Enzo's planning skills 😂

→ yourusername Surprised that you kept the plans a secret. Couldn't be more proud of you 🥺

username1 Now let’s talk bridesmaid dresses 😌

→ yourusername Hell yeah!!

CHARLES'S POV

BOUTIQUE IN MONACO

The small boutique smelled like cedarwood as Y/n walked in with Charles and rest of the wedding party to select from the outfits the bride and groom has chosen fitting the theme.

Y/N stepped out of the fitting room, smoothing down the soft satin of her bridesmaid dress. She chose a blush pink dress that complimented her the best.

Charles looked up from his seat, gaze flickering up and freezing mid-motion. All the other groomsmen were trying out their tux but he wanted to wait for Y/n to choose her dress and match his tie with her.

“You’re staring,” she said, folding her arms, but her voice held no real edge.

Charles blinked like he’d just been smacked out of a trance. “I’m not staring. I'm observing...”

“Right,” Y/N said, drawing out the word. “Because you’re a fashion expert now?”

He stood up then, walking over and making a point to circle her slowly like he was analyzing F1 telemetry. “No. But I know when something fits right.” His voice dropped just slightly, fingers ghosting near her waist, never quite touching. “And that dress fits you right.”

Y/N’s breath caught. Just for a second. “You’ve never said that to anyone else in the wedding party,” she said carefully.

“I’ve never meant it about anyone else in the wedding party.”

She looked at him trying hard to control not to blush. “What about you?” she asked, stepping back. “Got your tux picked?” She awkwardly diverted the topic.

He held up a swatch book, grinning. “My tux fits right. the only thing left to select is my tie.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, flipping through the swatches like she hadn’t already decided an hour ago. “You should match with Arthur.”

“Since we'll be walking down together I think I should match my tie with you,” Charles said, amused.

“You love doing this don't you”

“Yeah,” he said, too soft. Too quick. “I do.”

They both froze. Y/N swallowed. “I meant making the wedding look perfect.”

“Yeah,” Charles echoed, gaze unreadable. “Me too.” She turned away first, pretending to thoughtfully advise other bridesmaids hairstyles on their dresses.

Y/N'S POV

yourusername

CHARLES' HOME, MONACO

The paper bag crinkled loudly as Y/N set it down on Charles’s coffee table, the aroma of green curry and fried rice filling the room like a hug in spice form.

Leo was already circling her ankles, like she'd give him food as well. "You already ate,” Y/N picked him up, laughing as she scratched behind his ears. “You menace.”

“Wonder where he gets that from,” Charles said, appearing from the kitchen with two wine glasses in hand.

“I’m ignoring that,” she said, accepting the bottle anyway.

They sat cross-legged on the couch, digging into the food with quiet satisfaction. It was their fourth date.

Leo eventually settled between them, head on Y/N’s thigh like he’d picked a side. She absentmindedly stroked his fur while stealing the last spring roll.

“You like him more than me,” Charles sighed.

“He doesn’t overthink where to place his elbows when we eat,” she teased.

He rolled his eyes, but his smile lingered. And then, his arm brushed against hers on the cushion. He didn’t pull away this time.

“So,” he started, too casually. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, chewing slowly. “About?”

Charles shifted a little, clearly trying to act cooler than he felt. “The Monaco Grand Prix. It’s in a couple of weeks.”

“I know,” she said, watching him. “I've never missed the home races.”

He laughed, then shook his head, suddenly serious in that open, vulnerable way that always caught her off guard. “ I want you to come as my girlfriend.”

Y/N blinked. Her heart flipped. “You sure?” she asked, voice lower now. “That’s… public.”

Charles nodded. “I’m sure. My whole family is supposed to be there, that includes you.”

She looked at him, then down at Leo, then back at him. “Can I wear red?”

“You’d better.” She leaned back against the couch, smiling into her wine.

Charles smiled wide, boyish, unmistakably relieved. Leo barked once like a stamp of approval before promptly crawling into Y/N’s lap, who kept her wine away and kissed his head.

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leclercsupremacy The Leclercs, Charlotte, and Y/N attended Monaco GP race day. Did Charles and Y/N just made it official with the post race kiss?

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f1editsdaily I stalked her, She's already in the family since Lorenzo started dating Charlotte, Pascale and Arthur's comments in her posts are wholesome

lecfosi16 lowkey bold of her to debut at Monaco of all places

itslecrec the way Arthur was carrying her bag???

username1 she’s literally just another influencer 🥱 nextttt

→ leclercsupremacy She's a software engineer and is currently regional development head for Monaco in Google. So, no, not another influencer...

sharles16stan My Roman Empire is Charles looking at her like she’s his whole world.

leclercsangel not y’all mad because he likes a woman with a personality 😭

username2 girl… he held her face when he kissed her. that’s not casual.

wifeofcl Kissing after a P2? Chill. It’s not even a win.

formulababygirl Not the Monaco prince getting his princess moment 😭

f1noir_1 We get it. She’s dating Charles. Can we get back to the actual racing now?

CHARLES' HOME, MONACO

The apartment was too quiet when Charles and Y/n went in after the celebratory dinner. Charles had been dull the whole dinner.

Y/N watched Charles dropping on the couch from the doorway for a moment before she stepped in, gently taking Leo off leash. He sprinted in the room to his toys, as Y/N nudged.

His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles had gone pale. She didn’t speak but moved to sit beside him.

“I had it,” he said after a long time, voice so soft it barely existed. “We had it. And they—”

His jaw clenched. “fucked everything up!”

Y/N swallowed. “P2 is still—”

“It’s not enough.” His voice cracked then. “Not for this. Not for everything I’ve put into this. Not for him.”

For Charles it was not just about the race. It was about his father.

Charles leaned forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. “I’m doing everything I can. I train like a machine. I say the right things. I show up. I fight. And it never feels like it’s enough. I’m not winning. I’m not—” He broke off, shaking his head like the words betrayed him. “I’m not making him proud.”

Y/N reached for his hand, unfolding his fingers one by one until his palm was open in hers.

“Cha,” she whispered, her voice tight, “he’s already proud of you.”

He didn’t look up. “He saw the boy who raced in karting with fire in his eyes and dreams too big for his chest. He saw the boy who got up every time it hurt, who never lost that fight. He saw all of it and he was proud then. Imagine what he’d feel now. Not just of the driver you’ve become, but the man.”

His breath hitched. Y/N kept going, voice steady despite the lump forming in her throat. “Your father isn’t proud of trophies. He’s proud of his boy.”

Charles turned to her slowly, eyes glassy and aching. “Your whole family is very proud of you, mon amor. We love you so much. Even on days like this when you don’t believe in yourself, we believe enough for all of us. You don’t have to earn our pride, Charles. You already have it.”

Tears slipped down his cheek silently, and she caught them with her fingers like they were something sacred.

“I’m tired,” he whispered. “I just… I wanted it so badly. For him. For me.”

“I know, baby” she said, pulling him into her arms, letting him fold into her chest like something crumpling under the weight. “And you will get it. I don’t know when. But I do know that you haven’t failed him. You’ve made him proud a thousand times over. And no fuck-ups can ever take that away.”

They sat like that for a long time. And in the quiet, just above the sound of his breathing against her shoulder, she whispered into his hair “Your dream isn’t over, Cha. And he’s still with you. All of us are."

Maybe that didn’t fix everything. But it was enough for tonight.

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lorenzotl Mon amour 🤍

→ charlotte2304 ma chérie

lorenzotl Thank you for making her feel so loved, Y/N.

→ yourusername 🤍

username1 Team bride !💖

pascale_leclerc so elegant and full of love 💐 truly beautiful, just like you both 🤍

→ yourusername thank you for raising the sweetest fam ❤️

→ charlotte2304 love you, maman 🥹

charlotte2304 still not over this day. not even a little bit. thank you for making everything feel like me. you are the best human I know, Y/nn.

→ yourusername You deserve the best, Lolo 🥺🤍

charles_leclerc Leclerc's best girls ❤️

→ yourusername baby ❤️

julia.tolotta she’s glowinggggg 🕊️💍

username2 The most prettiest bride to be 🤍

username3 The perfect weekend 😍🙌

arthur_leclerc belles-sœurs 🥺🤍

→ yourusername arty 🫶🏽

jasminsprengel 💕💕💕💕💕💕

HOTEL HERMITAGE, MONTE-CARLO

Y/N and the other bridesmaids arrived with Charlotte and took their places next to the groomsmen.

Charles offered Y/N his arm, already waiting just behind the florals framing the start of the aisle. He looked unfairly good in the fitted tux and a soft pink tie that matched her dress exactly. She hadn’t known he’d pick it. But of course he had.

“Ready?” he asked softly, eyes flicking down to hers.

The wedding planner motioned them forward, but for one second, it felt like the world held still.

He held out his arm again, a little more formally this time, and she tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow.

And then they walked down the white petal-strewn aisle, through golden sunlight and hushed gasps, through camera shutters and the scent of blooming jasmine.

Her dress shimmered with every step. His presence was steady beside her, the warmth of his skin brushing hers at the elbow, grounding her.

When they reached the end of the aisle and split to their respective places beside the altar, Charles lingered a second longer than necessary, as if reluctant to let her go.

Charlotte stepped into view at the top of the aisle, everything else blurred. Y/N’s breath caught.

She tried to hold it together. She really did. But as Charlotte’s eyes met hers something inside Y/N cracked wide open.

Tears slipped down her cheeks silently. From the overwhelming wave of love and pride and that strange kind of ache that only comes when you realise someone you adore is stepping into the most beautiful phase of their life.

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yourusername The most magical ‘I do’ I’ve ever witnessed 🕊️💍

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charlotte2304 My maid of honor, my soulmate in glitter and crisis.

→ yourusername Amour 🤍

charles_leclerc We walked the aisle too, no? 😉

→ yourusername Shush 🤭

lorenzotl You’re family, always. Thank you for everything, truly. Couldn’t imagine the day without you.

→ yourusername Beau-frère 🤍

yoursisterusername So wholesome 🥺

username2 Still recovering from the speech. Truly beautiful ❤️

→ yourusername Thank you ☺️

jasminsprengel YOU WERE STUNNING!

username3 MoH of the century award goes to you.

arthur_leclerc Speech game: strong. Cry game: stronger.

→ yourusername 💪🏼

username4 Now we need yours and Charles' wedding ❤️

username5 Oh my god these pictures are sooo pretty🥺

TWO YEARS LATER

yourusername

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yourusername La Familia ❤️

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charles_leclerc Mon Cherie❤️

→ yourusername mon amour ❤️

charlotte2304 Best Auntie

→ yourusername Best niece 💕

username1 🧿

arthur_leclerc pic credit???

→ yourusername @/charles_leclerc

→ arthur_leclerc 😭

username2 That golden hour glow is criminal

pascale_leclerc My sweet girl 🌸

→ yourusername Mama Bear, ILY 💗

yoursisterusername Baby content, dog content, couple content… overachiever.

→ yourusername Go study for our finals 🙂

username3 Gorgeous ✨️

Lando’s family home had gone quiet in that particular way it only ever did late at night, when laughter had burned itself out and everyone had retreated to their corners.

Lando was sprawled against the headboard, one leg bent, the other stretched out, phone held loosely in his hand. He was scrolling on Instagram, hoodie slung low on his shoulders, boxers doing very little to hide how relaxed he was. Every now and then, he smiled to himself at something on his screen, probably another clip from the win as the buzz of his first win was not over.

The bathroom door was open, steam drifting lazily into the bedroom. You stood at the sink, focused on your skincare, tapping product into your skin while your aunt’s voice echoed faintly through the phone speaker.

“I still can’t believe it,” she was saying, breathless with excitement. “Tell him we’re all so proud.”

You laughed softly, glancing at Lando through the mirror. He wasn’t listening, but he caught the look anyway and raised his eyebrows in question, a grin tugging at his lips.

“I will,” you said. “He hasn’t stopped smiling since it happened, so honestly, your congratulations are just adding fuel.”

“Let him be, he deserves it. Anyways, It’s pretty late. We’ll catch up later dear. And I hope you’re bringing lando yo your uncle’s 60th.”

“Yes he’ll be there. Good night, auntie.” You hung up, turned off the bathroom light, and padded back into the bedroom.

You’d just reached the edge of the bed when Lando pulled his hoodie over his head, tossing it carelessly aside, ready to sleep. The movement was lazy, unthinking. He didn’t notice the way you stopped short.

Your eyes tracked him without any shame.

There was something about seeing him like this, relaxed, and at home with you.

You smirked. Lando caught it immediately. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You didn’t answer. You took your time instead, leaning back against the dresser, arms folding loosely as your gaze dragged over him in a way that was anything but subtle.

“No,” he said, already laughing, already suspicious. “Don’t do that. What’s going on in your head right now?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “I’m just looking.”

“That’s not ‘just looking,’” he said, eyes flicking over you in return. Pajamas soft against your skin, hair pulled back, face still dewy from skincare. “That’s… whatever that is. Why do I feel like I should be concerned?”

You pushed off the dresser and moved closer, climbing onto the bed with unhurried ease. The mattress dipped beneath your weight, close enough now that he could feel your warmth.

“Can’t I admire my boyfriend?” you asked sweetly.

He snorted. “Not like that.”

“Like what?”

“We can’t,” he said, lowering his phone and setting it aside. His attention was fully on you now, body shifting without him even realizing it. “Baby. Not here. Mum and dad are right there” he pointed to the wall, indicating them being in the room right next to theirs.

You smiled wider at that, eyes dancing. “You won a championship,” you said. “I feel like that deserves… appreciation.”

His ears flushed faintly pink. “Appreciation,” he repeated, cautious.

“Mhm.” You leaned in, close enough that your knees brushed his thigh

“I was thinking of setting myself a little challenge.”

He blinked. “A challenge.”

“Yes.”

“Why do I feel like I’m involved in this challenge?”

“You are the challenge,” you said plainly.

You reached out, fingertips grazing his wrist, light and deliberate. He stilled instantly, gaze dropping to where you touched him.

“I’ve seen you celebrate with everyone else,” you murmured. “The team, your family, the world. I think it’s my turn.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Baby, we’ve already celebrated enough together. Day and night. Not that I’m complaining…”

You met his eyes again, smirk returning, slow and dangerous. “Shhh,” you said, voice low, “there is never such a thing is enough celebration.”

He laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “I knew it. I knew I shouldn’t have taken the hoodie off.”

“You absolutely should’ve,” you replied, shifting closer, your knee settling between his. “Now be good.”

He groaned softly, hands coming up in surrender even as his smile returned, helpless and warm. “I’m actually scared of you right now,” he admitted.

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder, lingering just long enough to make your point.

“You should be,” you whispered.

You shifted closer, close enough that your knees brushed his thigh again, and this time you didn’t stop yourself from reaching for his hand.

You took one gently, turning it palm-up like you were examining it for the first time. His fingers were warm, long, still bearing faint calluses from hours on the wheel. You pressed a soft kiss to the center of his palm.

Lando laughed immediately. “You’re starting there? That’s cheating.”

You didn’t look up. You kissed along his knuckles instead, slow, unhurried, each one like it deserved its own moment.

“Hey,” he said, trying to tug his hand back just to see if you’d let him. You didn’t. “That tickles.”

You lifted your gaze as a warning. He shut up instantly. “Sorry,” he muttered, lips twitching. “Carry on.”

You smiled to yourself and moved on, tracing your mouth along his wrist, feeling his pulse under your lips. He went quieter after that, humor fading into something more attentive. His breathing shifted, chest rising a little deeper.

Your hands guided his arm back gently, giving yourself access to his shoulder. You kissed there too, soft at first, then lingering, like you weren’t in a hurry to leave any place behind.

You could feel the change in him, the way his body responded. His free hand found your waist without thinking, resting there grounding him into you

“You okay?” you asked quietly, lips still close to his skin.

He nodded, then shook his head, then nodded again. “Yeah. Just—” He exhaled. “Didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

That was when it stopped feeling like a game. You kissed a faint mark near his shoulder, one you’d seen a hundred times but never really stopped to think about. Your touch softened. Slowed even more.

Lando’s hand tightened slightly at your waist. His other hand came up to your back, fingers splaying there like he needed the reminder that you were real, that this was happening. He tried to keep still but failed miserably.

“Sorry,” he murmured when his thumb brushed along your side.

You didn’t pull away. “It’s fine."

Your kisses continued, slow and deliberate, like you were tracing a map only the two of you knew. Each one seemed to pull something loose in him. His breaths grew uneven, words breaking apart when he tried to speak.

“Love-” He stopped, laughed softly under his breath. His hands were more certain now, sliding to your back, your waist, holding you there like he was afraid you might disappear if he didn’t. Still restrained, still letting you lead, but present.

You kissed another mark, then another, your touch affectionate more than anything else.

As your kisses drifted lower, slower, more intentional, the air in the room shifted again. Lando’s restraint snapped all at once.

“Okay—okay,” he breathed, a shaky laugh slipping out as his hands tightened at your waist. “I—yeah, no. I can’t.”

You barely had time to look up before he moved, gently but decisively guiding you back until the mattress dipped and you were beneath him, his weight braced on his forearms so he didn’t crush you. The sudden change made you laugh softly, breathless, eyes bright with mischief.

He hovered there for a second, eyes dark, jaw tight, clearly fighting with himself.

“You’re not allowed to look that pleased,” he muttered.

You grinned. “I didn’t say anything.”

“That’s worse,” he said, dropping his forehead to your shoulder with a quiet groan. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

His hands were everywhere at once like he needed to touch you but was actively stopping himself from doing more. His breathing was uneven now, broken, the calm from earlier completely gone.

“I was fine,” he said into your skin. “I was actually holding it all in. And then you just—” He cut himself off, exhaling hard. “You can’t do that. Not here.”

You lifted a hand, fingers brushing through his hair, soothing. “We can stop.”

“I need us to stop,” he corrected quickly, lifting his head to look at you properly. His expression was a mess of want and restraint, lips parted, eyes searching yours like he was asking for backup. “Because if we don’t, I’m going to forget that my mum is literally on the other side of that wall.”

You laughed quietly at that, warm and affectionate, not offended in the slightest. “I did think about that.”

“Did you,” he said dryly. “Because you’re also… not subtle. At all.”

“Rude,” you said, smiling up at him.

“Sorry baby,” he replied, leaning down just enough to press a quick, firm kiss to your lips. It wasn’t slow or teasing. It was grounding. Necessary. “Really.”

He rolled slightly to the side, pulling you with him so you ended up tucked against his chest instead, his arm coming around you instinctively. The shift was deliberate, like he was physically changing the mood before it tipped too far.

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. His breathing gradually evened out, your cheek pressed against his shoulder, the room settling back into quiet.

“Sorry,” he murmured eventually, thumb tracing absent shapes against your arm. “You just… really got me.”

You tilted your head to look up at him. “That was kind of the point.”

He smiled then, soft and fond, all tension melting into something warm. “Yeah,” he said. “I know. And I loved it. Just… maybe next time not under my parents’ roof?”

“Deal,” you said easily.

He kissed the top of your head, holding you a little tighter. “I love you so much,” He didn’t say much when he slipped out of bed, just pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and muttered, “Two minutes. I promise.”

You heard the bathroom door close softly, then the rush of water. You smiled to yourself, rolling onto your side and pulling the duvet up around your shoulders. Your body was still buzzing, with warmth of his.

By the time the water shut off, the room had settled again. The countryside silence seeped back in, broken only by the faint creak of the floorboards as he padded back toward the bed.

Lando came back wrapped in nothing but a boxers slung low on his hips, hair damp, skin flushed from the cold. He glanced at you, expression sheepish and fond all at once.

“Sorted,” he said quietly.

You lifted a brow. “Feel better, baby?”

“You little bitch. I love you,” he replied. He climbed back into bed, tugging the covers up behind him before reaching for you without hesitation.

You went willingly, settling against his chest like it was second nature. His arm wrapped around you immediately, hand warm and steady at your back, fingers tracing slow, absent patterns that were anything but distracting this time.

“Sorry I bailed like that,” he murmured into your hair.

“You didn’t bail,” you said softly. “You made a responsible decision. Very mature of you.”

He snorted. “Don’t get used to it.”

You felt his chest rise and fall beneath you, the adrenaline from earlier finally ebbing away. His chin rested on the top of your head, the faint scent of soap and clean cotton surrounding you. “Wouldn’t ever expect to.”

After a moment, he spoke again, quieter now. “Thank you. For earlier. For… all of it.”

You tilted your head slightly, just enough to look up at him. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“I know,” he said. “Still wanted to.”

You smiled and tucked yourself closer, your legs tangling with his under the duvet.

“you’re finishing that challenge when we get back to monaco” he murmured, already half-asleep.

MONTE-CARLO, MONACO - DECEMBER 2024

Y/N’s best friend had flown in from London early that morning, her vacation energy in full swing.

By noon, the three of them, Y/N, Jade, and her best friend, were walking down Rue Grimaldi, arms swinging with boutique bags, sandals clicking against the warm pavement.

“Okay, this one,” Y/N said, pointing to the next store, minimalist glass with gold signage. “I saw this on Instagram. They have new swim sets.”

“Say no more,” her best friend said, already pulling her inside. “We’re raiding the racks.”

Inside, the boutique was airy and crisp. A sales associate greeted them like returning royalty. Soon, they were in different corners, digging through hangers, holding up neon orange, chocolate brown, and elegant off-white pieces.

“I don’t care how hot Maldives is,” Y/N’s best friend called out, holding up a black bikini top with side cut straps, and a wrap skirt with the bottom “I will be sweating pretty in this.”

Y/N giggled. “Carlos will combust. I’ll get it.”

She ended up grabbing three bikinis, two skirts, and a few linen shirts for Carlos, because the man will wear his polo's everywhere.

Later, over lunch at a café, her best friend leaned back, sunglasses perched on her head. “I found one more place. It’s a little formal, but trust me, you'll love it.”

“Yeah we can get some for one of the dinner,” Jade added, sipping her drink.

The boutique was tucked into a side street, quiet and polished. The interior was Parisian chic and soft jazz floating through the air. An assistant led them upstairs, where a single rack of new-season formalwear was displayed under a soft spotlight.

Y/N ran her hands along the fabrics, eyes catching on a silken ivory slip dress. Cut on the bias, delicate straps, and the kind of fluid drape that promised to melt onto the body.

“Try this,” Jade said suddenly, pulling it out and holding it up to her. “You have to.”

Y/N hesitated. “It’s… a bit much?”

“Exactly,” her best friend said. “Go. Dressing room. Now.”

A few minutes later, Y/N stepped out.

The dress clung to her softly, the ivory glowing against her skin. It pooled gently at her ankles, shimmered when she moved. Her hair was slightly messy from pulling it over her head, but even then — she looked ethereal.

Both Jade and her best friend stared.

“...Jesus,” Jade whispered. “Carlos is not surviving this trip.”

“we'll be needing a trip to the pharmacy,” her best friend said, jaw dropping.

Y/N laughed, her cheeks heating. “You’re insane. I’m not buying this. Where will I wear it later? My wedding? It’s—”

“No you’re not,” Jade cut in. “We are.”

“What? No—”

Her best friend was already walking to the counter. “Too late. You’re wearing that to the candlelit dinner. No backsies.”

Y/N blinked, overwhelmed but smiling. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Jade looped her arm around her. “You love us. And you look like a goddamn dream.”

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paddockpretties these two are peak grown-up love

racingstylelens casual fit but definitely trying to impress 🧐

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gossiptracker people in here acting like meeting the parents is breaking news lol

monacowatcher very few outside of the country know but her parents are actually very respected locally.

carloshoney He was waiting her to get back 🥰

→ ch4rlexhoney He didn’t even wait for her to be home. That’s… intense.

→ car.y/nloveclub They've moved in together, He told that his girlfriend was moving in with him, in the latest don't blink episode.

CARLOS AND Y/N'S APARTMENT, MONACO - DECEMBER 2024

Y/N slipped off her sandals as she entered the apartment, the soft echo of her keys hitting the marble counter breaking the silence. The scent of fresh laundry lingered in the air, Carlos’s faint cologne still hanging from the shirt she’d borrowed this morning and tossed on the couch.

She was tired, not physically, but in the way that came from being too online. Her bestie had already sent her the F1GossipOfficial post before she even got into the car, and now her name was trending on Twitter. Again.

She found Carlos sitting at the kitchen island, flipping through a folder of notes from his last sim session.

Y/N dropped her shopping bags by the door. “Why were you at my parents’?” Her voice wasn’t biting, but it wasn’t casual either.

Carlos didn’t flinch. He looked up from the folder, expression as steady as ever. “Your dad asked for help with some estate paperwork.”

She blinked, caught slightly off guard by the simplicity of the answer. “He… did?”

Carlos gave a soft nod, closing the folder and setting it aside. “Yeah. Something about sorting taxes of your old property in France and digital signatures. You know how he hates anything to do with digital documents.”

Y/N exhaled through her nose, eyes narrowing just slightly. “And you just… went over? While I was out?”

Carlos leaned forward, folding his arms on the marble. “You want me to wait for a permission slip every time your dad texts me?”

That earned him a sharp glare, until she saw the corner of his mouth twitch. He was teasing. Y/N rolled her eyes, moving into the kitchen. “You’re lucky i like you.”

Carlos stood and followed, stepping behind her. “I am lucky. We moved in together and you still only like me?”

She smiled despite herself. “My love for you varies from moment to moment.”

“Wow,” Carlos said mock-gravely, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist from behind. “What a bitch!”

She leaned into him slightly, still annoyed, still thinking, but no longer tense.

“You know the internet thinks you went there to ask for my hand.”

Carlos chuckled, lips brushing her hair. “Good. Then they can’t back out of the wedding now. We wouldn't need to elope”

Y/N turned her face to look up at him, pretending to glare. “Not funny.”

Carlos gave a slow, exaggerated shrug. “Wasn’t a joke.”

“The empty suite in the villa just got booked,” she said casually, brushing a hand through her hair as she gulped the water.

Carlos looked up, the crease between his brows barely deepening. “Which one?”

“The one next to us.” She raised an eyebrow. “The one that’s been open for weeks and magically filled after our group finished booking.”

Carlos leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple, his arm draping behind her shoulders. “New friends, I guess.”

She gave a soft snort. “Sure.”

Carlos didn’t press. He walked over to the bar stool, sitting down and watching her. “I mean, it’s a public resort. We can’t gatekeep the Indian Ocean.”

She gave him a look. “No, but we can acknowledge that it’s weird.”

He nodded, still calm. “It is. A little.”

Carlos chuckled. “It’s not private anymore, huh? There goes our beach skinny-dip plan.”

Y/N laughed, nudging his ribs. “We never had a beach skinny-dip plan.”

He shrugged. “We could’ve.” And that shut her up, the way it always did.

She smiled faintly, sinking into his chest, his hand absently stroking her arm.

“Still,” she said, quieter this time. “Let’s just hope they’re not loud neighbours.”

Carlos chuckled into her hair. “If they are, I’ll just out-snore them.”

PRIVATE JET - DECEMBER 2024

The girls were spread across the plush sectional in the front cabin.

Y/N sat cross-legged between Jade and her best friend, a glossy resort catalog open across their laps, marked with lipstick smudges and laugh-creased corners.

“Okay, but this beach bar?” Jade pointed at a page. “We’re going. Second night. No excuses.”

“Seconded,” Y/N’s best friend added, stealing a handful of dried mangoes from the snack tray. “I brought a few specifically for bar-hopping.”

Meanwhile, in the rear of the jet, Carlos leaned back in his seat, legs crossed, half-listening to Arthur and Lando bicker about jet lag remedies.

“You brought electrolyte sachets and ear oil?” Arthur asked Lando, deadpan.

Lando looked smug. “It’s from a wellness place in Mayfair. You’ll thank me.”

Carlos smiled faintly, tapping his fingers on his espresso cup. Then, after a pause, “I think she suspects something.”

Arthur looked up. “Who? Y/N?”

Carlos gave a slow nod. “She’s been getting too many fan comments about it. I can tell she’s piecing things together. Or at least trying to.”

Lando tilted his head. “You think she knows when?”

Carlos shrugged. “She’s smart. But I’ve thrown enough curveballs that I think I’m still in the clear.”

Arthur smirked. “So you’re not telling us when either?”

Carlos lifted his brows. “I love you guys, but the fewer people that know, the less chance one of you ruins it.”

Lando threw his hands up. “But, you'll help us set up right?”

“Sure,” Carlos replied nonchalantly.

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[yourbestie behind the camera] girliepops came all the way long to maldives to just sleep.

[ Arthur in the background] No, I don't wanna share a room with Lando!

MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The early sun filtered through the glass panels of the villa, soft golden rays settling over the pale stone floors and flickering across the white curtains. The ocean outside was barely making a sound, like even the waves were sleeping in.

Inside the villa. the three men were already up, slightly jet-lagged but surprisingly chipper.

Carlos padded barefoot into the shared kitchen area, his dark curls still a little damp from a quick shower. “They’re all still out cold?” he asked, glancing at Arthur who was scrolling through his phone lazily while nursing an espresso.

“Passed out like babies,” Lando smirked, balancing a mango between two fingers before tossing it and catching it again. “I checked. Y/N’s hugging Jade like a teddy bear, and your girlfriend’s best friend is snoring.”

Carlos chuckled. “Wow, Let bf/n hear what you've been calling her.”

Arthur, yawning, looked up. “Should we wake them? Or…”

“Let’s not.” Carlos smirked, tugging open the fridge. “Let’s do something nice. Set up breakfast outside, by the pool.”

Lando grinned, “Like a breakfast picnic? You’re turning domestic.”

Arthur added, teasing, “What next? Proposal with pancakes?”

Carlos shot him a look but didn’t say anything. Arthur blinked. “Wait-”

Lando quickly stepped in with a clap of his hands. “Anyway! Pool breakfast. I like the idea. I’ll call the front desk to deliver the breakfast floats too.”

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Thirty minutes later, a dreamlike spread was laid out on the villa’s pool in a tray, chilled juice, fruits, scrambled eggs, avocado toast, and little notes Lando insisted they scribble on napkins “We worked so hard on this. Be grateful. –L”

Carlos stood back, admiring it all. He glanced toward the sliding doors leading into the girls’ room. “Let's go wake them up?"

They stormed inside the girls’ room, Y/N stirred under the thin blanket, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?”

Carlos came in and sat on the bed beside her as hs e snuggled his waist. "It's 10 baby." Y/N groaned but smiled.

Carlos grinned. “Good morning, amour. Breakfast is served poolside.”

Jade let out a soft gasp. “What are you guys upto?”

“We got you guys breakie.” Arthur added, peeking over Jade’s shoulder. "Go get changed. We have to go kayaking after lunch too. Till then we can relax by the pool."

Best friend, still half-buried under a silk pillow, squinted at the bunch. “I need someone to dress me up. I don't wanna get uppppp.”

Carlos looked at Y/N again. “Vamos Vamos Vamos.” He pulled her up from the bed.

Ten minutes later, the girls stepped out, dressed in bikinis and sunglasses, Y/N’s hair clipped with a floral clip.

She took in the whole setup, the ocean breeze curling the scent of citrus and fresh coffee through the air, the boys looking unnecessarily proud.

“You did this?” she asked Carlos.

“I supervised,” he said, tugging her in for a kiss. “Lando did most of the lifting.”

Lando placed a hand on his heart. “It’s about time someone gave me credit.”

“Where’s my coffee?” Jade asked, already spotting the float.

The morning was light, filled with laughter and lazy bites of breakfast, feet dangling in the pool, birds chirping in the background.

Y/N leaned her head on Carlos’s shoulder as they shared a fruit bowl, her fingers laced in his. “I don’t deserve you,” she murmured, eyes soft.

He kissed the top of her head. “Maybe not. But you have me anyway.”

Lando pretended to gag. “Someone toss me a pancake to block my ears.”

Arthur raised his espresso as Carlos splashed water on Lando. “To the most domestic vacation morning we’ll probably ever have.”

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MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The sun dipped low on the horizon, bleeding coral pinks and amber oranges into the sky. The sea lapped gently against the shore, like it, too, was slowing down for the day.

Down by the beach, the villa staff had helped set up a small bonfire circle, mats and chairs arranged in a semicircle around a crackling fire pit, low tiki torches lining the edge of the sand.

A low table stood nearby, topped with blankets, a bar, and a portable speaker playing a lo-fi island playlist.

Y/N stretched her legs out on a mat, head resting lazily on Carlos’s shoulder. Her skin still smelled faintly of sunscreen and sea salt, her hair damp from their earlier kayaking trip.

Across from her, Lando strummed aimlessly on the small travel guitar he’d insisted on bringing, humming under his breath.

“Didn’t know you were a musician now,” Arthur teased, sipping from a coconut.

“I’m a man of many talents,” Lando shot back with a mock-bow, hitting a chord that very much sounded like a mistake.

“You just murdered Ed Sheeran,” Bf/n said flatly.

Lando grinned. “He’ll recover.”

Carlos chuckled, brushing a piece of sand from Y/N’s ankle. “You okay? Still tired from kayaking?”

She shook her head. “Not tired. Just… full of the day. It’s so peaceful here.”

“It is,” he agreed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “I don’t remember the last time I saw you this relaxed.”

“Mm. Because you’re usually dragging me to cities and racetracks,” she teased.

The group slipped into a gentle rhythm, munching on sweets, passing around drinks, and sharing embarrassing stories from years past.

The wind whipped gently, causing a few locks of hair to dance across faces and clothes to flutter against sun-warmed skin.

Lando played a few chords of Afterglow by Ed Sheeran, slowing the mood. His voice was low but surprisingly steady as he sang along, eyes flicking around as if unsure whether to be serious or not.

Y/N leaned into Carlos’s side again and whispered, “He’s actually good.”

“Don’t tell him,” Carlos whispered back. “It’ll go to his head.”

As the fire popped and cracked, throwing golden flecks into the night, the group’s laughter began to mellow. They lay back against their chairs and towels, staring up at the stars above.

“Alright,” Jade said after a long stretch of silence, her voice soft, “if you had to be stuck on a deserted island with two people from this trip, who would you pick?”

Arthur sat up. “Lando, for music, and Y/N to keep me sane.”

“Smart,” best friend nodded.

“Carlos and bf/n” Y/N quipped.

Carlos, meanwhile, watched Y/N as she blushed, wind in her hair and glowing from the firelight. His hand brushed hers, fingers curling between hers under the blanket draped over their laps.

He squeezed once. She looked at him. Something softened in her gaze, but she didn’t ask what he was thinking. She just smiled.

Later, when the fire began to die and the wind got cooler, Lando played the final strings of a mellow tune.

Carlos helped Y/N up, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. “Ready to head in?” She nodded, slipping her hand into his.

The rest of the group followed, yawning and teasing each other as they trudged barefoot through the cool sand back to the villa.

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VILLA, MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The villa buzzed with golden-hour warmth, laughter echoing off the whitewashed walls and across the private pool.

Carlos leaned comfortably into the back of his chair, one arm draped lazily around Y/N’s shoulders as she laughed at something Arthur said, a hand covering her mouth mid-snort.

Jade was across from them, sipping a cocktail and scrolling through the photos from that morning, while Lando teased Y/N’s best friend about nearly falling off the kayak.

Everything was going great until Jade’s sunglasses hit the floor. “Guys,” Jade cut him off, voice thin. “Dock. Look at the dock.”

A white seaplane had landed, its propellers slowing with a distant whir as two familiar figures stepped onto the floating walkway.

Y/N’s laughter stopped like someone had hit mute. Her arm slipped from around Carlos’s waist.

Carlos’s jaw flexed subtly as he followed her line of sight, his hand instinctively clunged her shoulder protectively. “Qué demonios…” he muttered under his breath. [What the hell.]

Arthur squinted as Charles and Alex strides, hand in hand. “Is that-? No way.”

Charles looked equally startled when he saw them. His stride faltered, but only for a second.

Alex, on the other hand, beamed with glossy confidence, waving a hand with feigned surprise. “Wow, what a coincidence!” she called out, voice carrying too easily over the water. “Small world, huh?”

Lando nearly choked on his drink. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Y/N stared at them like she’d just seen ghosts climb out of the ocean. Her voice came out low, measured. “Did anyone… know about this?”

“Nope,” her best friend said immediately, eyes narrowed like a hawk.

Arthur let out a sharp exhale through his nose and turned toward the approaching duo with a stiff nod. “I thought you said you were spending winter in Mexico,” he called out to the couple, voice flat.

Alex giggled. “Change of plans last minute. Maldives felt more romantic, don’t you think?”

“I can think of other words,” Jade muttered.

Charles hesitated at the edge of the deck, his eyes flickering toward her. “I didn’t know you were all… here,” he said finally, the lie so thin it didn’t even bother dressing itself up.

Y/N’s voice was soft, brittle. “You always land on your feet, don’t you?”

Alex clutched his arm. “Well, we booked the last suite. Funny how the universe works.” She turned to the group, lips stretched into a bright smile. “Mind if we join lunch?”

Before anyone could answer, Carlos pulled Y/N gently back into her seat, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You hungry still?” he asked quietly, ignoring the tension lingering just across the table.

Y/N didn’t look away. “I was.”

YACHT, MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The late afternoon sun shimmered against the Indian Ocean as the group stepped barefoot onto the yacht, its white deck gleaming under the fading light.

Carlos held Y/N’s hand tightly, guiding her by the waist onto the cushioned seating area. She didn’t let go once.

He joked about something stud pic to which she laughed softly, noses brushing.

Meanwhile, Charles stood alone, leaning against the railing at the front of the boat. Occasionally, his gaze would flicker toward the back where the couple sat.

Beside Charles, Alexandra stood adjusting her mesh dress unnecessarily, pretending not to notice the cold shoulder from nearly everyone.

“Babe, take a picture of me here?” she cooed, holding her phone out to Charles without turning to look at him.

He blinked, snapped one absentmindedly, and handed the phone back.

“Seriously? My hair looks flat. You could’ve said something.”

Charles didn’t reply.

On the daybed, Carlos kissed Y/N’s bare shoulder and leaned close. “Are you okay?”

Her smile softened. “Now? Yes. You’ve barely let me breathe without you today.”

“Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled and pulled her legs across his lap. “I’ll keep you right here. Let the ghost of boyfriends past keep staring.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked briefly to the front of the boat. “Don’t give him the satisfaction, cariño,” Carlos murmured, brushing a kiss behind her ear. “You don’t owe him anything.”

“I know,” she whispered. “It’s just… suffocating whenever he's in the same place as I am.”

Her best friend came over with drinks for her and jade. Y/n thanked her while Carlos took a sip and scrunched on the amount of alcohol in it.

Alex tried to join them later, squeezing onto the seat beside Arthur and making the entire group inch away like magnets in reverse.

“This view is just divine,” she said, snapping a selfie.

No one responded. She looked around. “Is it usually this… quiet with you guys?”

Jade deadpanned “No. Not usually.”

Carlos raised a brow but said nothing. His fingers lazily traced Y/N’s thigh as he poured her another drink.

The sun had started to near the horizon when the crew announced, “We’ll anchor here for an hour, great time for a snorkel if anyone’s up for it!”

“Bags are in the cabin, snorkels on the deck,” one of the crew members added, pointing toward the open bin of fins and masks.

Y/N stood at the edge of the platform at the back of the boat, wearing a blue bikini that Carlos was absolutely not handling well.

He was helping her with mask when he leaned in to peck her lips. "I really want to skip this and take you back to our room."

"Not happening." she pushed him back lightly, "We have the whole night to ourselves." She pulled him towards the group, ready to dive.

The water was warm, salt clinging to her skin like silk. Beneath them, fish darted between coral, and faint trails of glowing plankton shimmered like fairy dust as the sun’s last light glimmered.

She surfaced, laughing. “This is so beautiful.”

Carlos wiped water from her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

They floated near the edge of the boat, arms around each other, ignoring the others for a moment. His nose touched hers underwater. They came up grinning like idiots.

Across the water, Lando was yelling, “Arthur, get the fish away from me, you Prick!"

“Come look!” Carlos tugged Y/N’s hand, guiding her toward a coral ridge where shimmering fish darted like lightning.

Y/N’s fingers gripped Carlos’s tightly underwater. They floated side by side, suspended between worlds.

When they surfaced, breathless, she pushed back her hair. “That was…”

He beat her to it. “Perfect?” She nodded, heart full. “You’re perfect,” he added quietly. “I mean it.”

She blinked, cheeks flushed. “Good. I want to ruin every man for you.” She laughed, splashing him.

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landonorris Bro forgot we all saw you nearly eat coral 😭

f1gurliesunite His boyf era >>>>

lesteppen3316 How can you get in a relationship with your friend’s girlfriend. I never liked him. Good thing he’s out of ferrari now!

georgerussell63 Stylish AND romantic. What happened to you, mate?

charles16_curls I love them but I also hate them

alexalbon ah, love is slightly annoying

username2 everyone say thank you Y/N

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carlossainz55 Te amo más cuando sonríes así 🤍

alex_albon Cutest girl ever. Can you spin him next time? 😂

ynfansunited Carlos put out girl down!!!

username1 Why don’t I have rich friends like this 💔

carlosfcchilli National Geographic could never.

arthur_leclerc so i didn’t exist on this trip? wow. coolcoolcoolcool

↳ yourusername next dump’s got u i swear 😭

f1dramaservice Okay but wait. Weren’t Charles & Alex also in Maldives?

↳ wagsnewsf1 Look at my story. I got anon send ne a vid of them in the same yatch.

jade_distinguinn we were SO unserious for this trip and i love us for that

↳ yourusername my girls >>

↳ carlossainz55 excuse me???

lilymhe the swimsuit collection is elite

anasainzvdc We need a Sainz family vacation now with THIS energy!!!

sainzsimps Did Charlex just gatecrashed our babies’ vacation!? Lol lonely bitches🫠

↳ monegasquemami okay but how do you know they weren’t invited? maybe y/n & carlos just didn’t post about it 🙄 not everything’s shade

↳ f1teaunfiltered Girl be serious 😭 They wouldn’t want to bring bad vibes to their trip. Alex doesn’t have any friends in the paddock except for charlotte…

landonorris atp I’ve lost hope that you’ll ever credit me for these awesome pictures 😔

lovealexcharles y/n really turned jade against alex huh… and now they’re straight up bullying her by crashing their romantic vacay. disgusting behaviour. 😒

↳ f1insightsdaily girl what?? 💀 they were there first. alex and charles literally showed up uninvited.

↳ jadeupdates Alex and Charlotte has always outcasted jade. Her being friends with y/n isn't for revenge but just because y/n cares about Arthur and didn't want his girlfriend to feel excluded.

↳alexfiercefan you guys just hate Alex for anything. our girl doesn’t need to ask permission to be on anywhere the world. 🙄

ynxstylearchive Outfit details, queen?? Drop them or we riot.

softforcharles Someone drop a heartbreak edit. I’m ready.

VILLA, MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The next morning, the air in the villa felt heavier than the sunburned sky outside. It wasn’t just the heat, it was the uninvited guests.

Y/N sat perched on the white marble countertop of the villa's open kitchen, her bare legs swinging slightly, clad in one of Carlos’s oversized shirts from the night before. Her damp hair was twisted in a claw clip, beads of water still clinging to her collarbone from the shower. She hadn’t spoken much since breakfast. Her laughter, so abundant just yesterday, had gone quiet.

Carlos stood beside her, leaning against the counter with his phone turned toward her. A video of Diego was playing, waddling behind Reyes' Maltese, Olivia, who was running circles around his little rocker, a rattle toy in mouth.

“Look at that,” Carlos chuckled, nudging her thigh lightly with his elbow. “Olivia loves that rattler. My aunt got it when Ana was a baby.”

Y/N smiled faintly, but the crinkle near her eyes didn’t quite show up.

Carlos turned the volume down and let the screen dim, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Okay,” he said softly, voice dropping so only she could hear over the distant sound of Alex’s voice carrying across the open-plan living area, “what happened?”

She blinked up at him slowly. “Nothing,” she said, too quickly.

Y/N’s shoulders sagged when he shifted closer. She glanced across the room. Alex was seated squarely between Arthur and Charles on the large sofa. She was going on and about her upcoming shoot with Rhode and hosting a dinner for Nina Ricci. Charles wasn’t even pretending to listen. He stared ahead at nothing while Arthur checked his phone under the table.

“It just… feels off,” Y/N said finally. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Why would they do that when they're the one who didn't want me around.”

Carlos huffed a small laugh through his nose. “You’re not wrong.”

“I miss when it was just us.” she murmured.

Carlos reached up and gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Then let’s just let it be us?"

Her brows rose, confused. “Let’s take a break. Just you and me,” he said. “Lunch date? Maybe we can go to the local market and get our families gifts?”

Y/N tilted her head. “Seriously?”

“Sí, mi amor. Let’s disappear for a bit. Get some air.”

She smiled then. For real. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her forehead rest against his. “Let’s run away,” she whispered.

He grinned. “I’d run anywhere with you.”

Across the villa, Lando walked in holding a large woven basket, a towel slung over one shoulder. “Okay, hear me out,” he said dramatically, “Beach picnic. I got the staff to arrange booze, sandwiches, and Jade made popsicles. out of fruit juice”

Y/N pulled away slightly, eyes lighting up, then hesitated. Carlos caught it and raised his hand. “Actually, we were thinking of taking a few hours to ourselves and get lunch.”

Lando blinked, then smiled instantly. “Ah. Got it. Romantic escape. Approved. I’ll keep the crowd entertained.”

“Thanks,” Carlos said, and Y/N squeezed Lando’s arm affectionately as they passed.

“Wear protection! I'm not ready to be an uncle yet!” Lando called after them.

As they grabbed their towels and slipped on sandals, Y/N heard Alex behind them, still going on, now about how her clothing ad was going to be shot in Capri, and how Rhode sent her two extra PR boxes by accident but “obviously wanted her to keep them.”

Carlos took Y/N’s hand as they stepped outside into the blinding sun.

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BEACH, MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

Evening rolled in slow, the air was still warm . Carlos and Y/N strolled hand in hand along the curved shoreline, the sand cool beneath their feet now that the sun had begun to dip low.

Y/N’s hair was salt-tangled, cheeks flushed, her linen dress fluttering just above her knees as the breeze danced around them. They were supposed to meet the rest of the group and head back to the villa to get ready for dinner.

As they reached the curve that opened up to the villa’s private beach, Y/N slowed her steps. No one was there. The beach was completely empty. Y/N blinked, confused. “Wait. Where’s everyone? Did we miss them?”

Carlos didn’t answer. He gently tugged her forward by the hand.

“Carlos…” She looked up at him, but he wasn’t meeting her eyes. His gaze was set ahead, a softness in his expression she couldn’t quite read.

“Y/N,” he said, voice low, steady, but if you listened closely, it trembled just the tiniest bit. “You’ve been my home ever since we got together.”

She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around his.

“I didn’t even know I was searching for something until I found you. I thought I had everything figured out, my career, everything. But you…” He smiled, softly, eyes glassy but never looking away. “You reminded me there’s more to life than just the world championship.”

She was already tearing up, her breath catching. “You’re the person I want to tell everything to. You laugh at my worst jokes, you make fun of me, and you kiss me goodnight like I’m your most favourite person in the world.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “I’ve never felt more myself than when I’m with you.”

Carlos paused. Then quietly, like a vow “Spending forever with you? That would be the best decision of my life.”

Then, his voice dropped even lower. More certain than ever. “So… marry me, Y/N?”

It hit her all at once, what this was, what today had meant, what this entire trip had been quietly building to. Her hands flew to her mouth, the first sob escaping before she could even answer. Her knees buckled slightly, and Carlos reached up instinctively, steadying her as she nodded, hard and fast, still crying.

“Yes,” she managed between broken laughter and saltwater tears. “Yes, yes! God, yes.”

Carlos bent down on his knee and slipped the ring on her finger, hands steady despite the tremble of the moment. It fit like it had always belonged there, her sun-warmed skin now kissed by a perfect band of love. And then he kissed her, cuddling her in his arms.

Behind the flowering fence that separated the beachfront, Lando crouched low with his DSLR in hand, snapping photo after photo with the biggest grin on his face.

He’d promised not to interrupt. And he wouldn’t. But he’d be damned if he didn’t capture every single second of it.

The moment Y/N stepped into the villa, the sound of laughter and soft music greeted her, but so did two girls' happy screams.

“OH MY GOD, YOU SAID YES!” Jade nearly knocked her over with the force of her hug, mascara already smudged under her eyes from crying earlier when Carlos had given her the heads-up.

“Where is it? Let me see it, let me see it!!” her best friend squealed, grabbing Y/N’s hand and gasping at the glimmering ring now nestled perfectly on her finger.

Y/N laughed, a little dazed, a little out of breath. “I literally just said yes like five minutes ago-”

“DOESN’T MATTER,” Jade interrupted, dragging her toward the lounge. “We have, like, exactly an hour to get you ready before dinner and engagement pics. This face is not going on Instagram without a highlighter.”

“Wait. Arthur! Lando!” Y/N started to turn toward them with open arms, but both guys just grinned and waved her off knowingly.

“Later!” Arthur called out with a wink.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, her heart too full for her body to handle. They were already pulling her toward the hallway when she turned back, just in time to catch a glimpse of Charles.

He hadn’t said much when they returned, just stood quietly off to the side. Now, he stepped forward, just for a second, his eyes finding hers.

“Congratulations,” he said simply. His voice was soft, almost tired. But genuine.

She blinked, surprised for a moment, then nodded, "thank you" before Jade tugged her into her room and closed the door behind them.

Charles watched the door shut, chest hollow. He didn’t hate Carlos, how could he? Carlos had always been one of his bet mates. He didn’t even hate Y/N for having a relationship with his former teammate. He could never hate her for any reason.

But watching her laugh like that… the way she lit up around Carlos, how she reached for him instinctively, trusted him fully, smiled like she'd won the trophy, that was what love should look like.

And he hadn’t given her that. He had loved her, in the only way he knew how. But maybe that hadn’t been enough. Maybe it never was.

So he quietly turned around and went back to his room.

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yourbestfriend MY GIRL’S GETTING MARRIED 😭💍

carlossainzofficial Bienvenida a la familia officially y/n!

landonorris about time 😮‍💨 congrats you two ♥️

pascale_leclerc Stunning couple. Congrats 🤍

reyesvdc Mi corazón está tan feliz 💍💛

yourmomofficial Carlos, all the best for the rest of your life 😅

wagscentral future Mrs. Smooth Operator 😩

lorenzotl congrats both of you. wishing you the best.

anasainzvdc mejor hermano y cuñada❤️

alex_albon wait WHAT 😭😭 i missed this??

carlosonoros Felicidades mr and mrs chilli 🌶️❤️

slowmoferrari Charles liked. The ice is melted

arthur_leclerc carlos actually pulled this off without anyone leaking it. insane.

jade_distinguinn i cried more than her ngl. love you guys 🫶

georgerussell63 huge congrats mate 👏👏

blancasainz oficialmente la tía de diago

lilymhe she said YES !!!

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VILLA, MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The waves lapped gently under a moonlit sky, the sea glowing silver against the darkness. Everyone was tucked inside, packing, prepping for the flight to Monaco the next morning. But Charles couldn’t sleep.

He wandered down the narrow path that led to the beach, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets. The cold breeze off the water hit his face, crisp and clear. That’s when he saw her.

Y/N was sitting on the sand, knees tucked to her chest, face turned toward the ocean. Her hair was tied in a lazy bun, a blanket draped around her shoulders, the sound of waves her only company.

He paused thinking for a second before he walked toward her.

She turned her head slightly, then looked up at him. She passed him a gentle smile “Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, patting the sand beside her.

Charles sat down wordlessly. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence wasn’t tense. Just… heavy.

“I saw you walking,” she said. “Figured I’d give you your moment.”

Charles exhaled slowly. “And yet here I am ruining yours.”

Y/N smiled faintly. “You’re not. Come on, you can join me for a while” She patted the sand beside her.

Another beat of silence passed. He looked at her profile, the same face he once knew like the back of his hand, now belonging to someone else in a way that felt final.

“You’re happy,” he finally said.

She glanced at him, nodding. “I am.”

He smiled, but his eyes didn’t quite catch up. “Carlos is good to you.”

“He is.” She turned toward him more fully. “I didn’t know love could feel like… peace. It is very calm and settled with him. Even when things are messy.”

Charles swallowed hard. “I wanted to give you that. I swear I tried.”

“I know,” she said, softly. “But you couldn’t. And maybe that’s not your fault.”

He looked at her then, really looked. “I loved you.”

“I loved you too,” she whispered. “But love isn’t always enough, Charles. You know that.”

The wind picked up slightly, tousling her hair. She pulled the blanket tighter.

“I won’t lie and say I didn’t hate you for a while,” she said, a sad smile playing on her lips. “For not showing up. For making me feel like I was too much or not enough, depending on the day. But I also gave up too soon. I stopped fighting when things got hard.”

“You stopped fighting when you were tired,” he corrected gently. “And I didn’t notice soon enough.”

They sat in silence again, the sea roaring gently behind their conversation.

“I’m glad you found what you were looking for,” he said finally. “You deserve someone who shows up. Who loves you loudly. Carlos does that. He's a good man.”

She touched his hand, briefly. “And you will too, Charles. Someday. When you let yourself. But you’ve got to stop punishing yourself for what didn’t work out.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Is that a polite way of saying stop sulking behind us?”

She gave him a teasing look. “Absolutely. It’s Christmas in a week. You’re not allowed to brood. That’s the rule.”

He smiled, this time, it reached his eyes. “I’ll try.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

They stood slowly, brushing the sand off their clothes.

“Now go to bed,” she said, nudging him. “You look like you haven’t slept in a year.”

“Maybe two,” he teased.

She laughed, light, easy, unburdened. The way she used to.

MONTE-CARLO, MONACO - DECEMBER 2024

Y/N’s best friend had flown in from London early that morning, her vacation energy in full swing.

By noon, the three of them, Y/N, Jade, and her best friend, were walking down Rue Grimaldi, arms swinging with boutique bags, sandals clicking against the warm pavement.

“Okay, this one,” Y/N said, pointing to the next store, minimalist glass with gold signage. “I saw this on Instagram. They have new swim sets.”

“Say no more,” her best friend said, already pulling her inside. “We’re raiding the racks.”

Inside, the boutique was airy and crisp. A sales associate greeted them like returning royalty. Soon, they were in different corners, digging through hangers, holding up neon orange, chocolate brown, and elegant off-white pieces.

“I don’t care how hot Maldives is,” Y/N’s best friend called out, holding up a black bikini top with side cut straps, and a wrap skirt with the bottom “I will be sweating pretty in this.”

Y/N giggled. “Carlos will combust. I’ll get it.”

She ended up grabbing three bikinis, two skirts, and a few linen shirts for Carlos, because the man will wear his polo's everywhere.

Later, over lunch at a café, her best friend leaned back, sunglasses perched on her head. “I found one more place. It’s a little formal, but trust me, you'll love it.”

“Yeah we can get some for one of the dinner,” Jade added, sipping her drink.

The boutique was tucked into a side street, quiet and polished. The interior was Parisian chic and soft jazz floating through the air. An assistant led them upstairs, where a single rack of new-season formalwear was displayed under a soft spotlight.

Y/N ran her hands along the fabrics, eyes catching on a silken ivory slip dress. Cut on the bias, delicate straps, and the kind of fluid drape that promised to melt onto the body.

“Try this,” Jade said suddenly, pulling it out and holding it up to her. “You have to.”

Y/N hesitated. “It’s… a bit much?”

“Exactly,” her best friend said. “Go. Dressing room. Now.”

A few minutes later, Y/N stepped out.

The dress clung to her softly, the ivory glowing against her skin. It pooled gently at her ankles, shimmered when she moved. Her hair was slightly messy from pulling it over her head, but even then — she looked ethereal.

Both Jade and her best friend stared.

“...Jesus,” Jade whispered. “Carlos is not surviving this trip.”

“we'll be needing a trip to the pharmacy,” her best friend said, jaw dropping.

Y/N laughed, her cheeks heating. “You’re insane. I’m not buying this. Where will I wear it later? My wedding? It’s—”

“No you’re not,” Jade cut in. “We are.”

“What? No—”

Her best friend was already walking to the counter. “Too late. You’re wearing that to the candlelit dinner. No backsies.”

Y/N blinked, overwhelmed but smiling. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Jade looped her arm around her. “You love us. And you look like a goddamn dream.”

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paddockpretties these two are peak grown-up love

racingstylelens casual fit but definitely trying to impress 🧐

landowifeys when you’re ✨loved✨ by the family

gossiptracker people in here acting like meeting the parents is breaking news lol

monacowatcher very few outside of the country know but her parents are actually very respected locally.

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CARLOS AND Y/N'S APARTMENT, MONACO - DECEMBER 2024

Y/N slipped off her sandals as she entered the apartment, the soft echo of her keys hitting the marble counter breaking the silence. The scent of fresh laundry lingered in the air, Carlos’s faint cologne still hanging from the shirt she’d borrowed this morning and tossed on the couch.

She was tired, not physically, but in the way that came from being too online. Her bestie had already sent her the F1GossipOfficial post before she even got into the car, and now her name was trending on Twitter. Again.

She found Carlos sitting at the kitchen island, flipping through a folder of notes from his last sim session.

Y/N dropped her shopping bags by the door. “Why were you at my parents’?” Her voice wasn’t biting, but it wasn’t casual either.

Carlos didn’t flinch. He looked up from the folder, expression as steady as ever. “Your dad asked for help with some estate paperwork.”

She blinked, caught slightly off guard by the simplicity of the answer. “He… did?”

Carlos gave a soft nod, closing the folder and setting it aside. “Yeah. Something about sorting taxes of your old property in France and digital signatures. You know how he hates anything to do with digital documents.”

Y/N exhaled through her nose, eyes narrowing just slightly. “And you just… went over? While I was out?”

Carlos leaned forward, folding his arms on the marble. “You want me to wait for a permission slip every time your dad texts me?”

That earned him a sharp glare, until she saw the corner of his mouth twitch. He was teasing. Y/N rolled her eyes, moving into the kitchen. “You’re lucky i like you.”

Carlos stood and followed, stepping behind her. “I am lucky. We moved in together and you still only like me?”

She smiled despite herself. “My love for you varies from moment to moment.”

“Wow,” Carlos said mock-gravely, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist from behind. “What a bitch!”

She leaned into him slightly, still annoyed, still thinking, but no longer tense.

“You know the internet thinks you went there to ask for my hand.”

Carlos chuckled, lips brushing her hair. “Good. Then they can’t back out of the wedding now. We wouldn't need to elope”

Y/N turned her face to look up at him, pretending to glare. “Not funny.”

Carlos gave a slow, exaggerated shrug. “Wasn’t a joke.”

“The empty suite in the villa just got booked,” she said casually, brushing a hand through her hair as she gulped the water.

Carlos looked up, the crease between his brows barely deepening. “Which one?”

“The one next to us.” She raised an eyebrow. “The one that’s been open for weeks and magically filled after our group finished booking.”

Carlos leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple, his arm draping behind her shoulders. “New friends, I guess.”

She gave a soft snort. “Sure.”

Carlos didn’t press. He walked over to the bar stool, sitting down and watching her. “I mean, it’s a public resort. We can’t gatekeep the Indian Ocean.”

She gave him a look. “No, but we can acknowledge that it’s weird.”

He nodded, still calm. “It is. A little.”

Carlos chuckled. “It’s not private anymore, huh? There goes our beach skinny-dip plan.”

Y/N laughed, nudging his ribs. “We never had a beach skinny-dip plan.”

He shrugged. “We could’ve.” And that shut her up, the way it always did.

She smiled faintly, sinking into his chest, his hand absently stroking her arm.

“Still,” she said, quieter this time. “Let’s just hope they’re not loud neighbours.”

Carlos chuckled into her hair. “If they are, I’ll just out-snore them.”

PRIVATE JET - DECEMBER 2024

The girls were spread across the plush sectional in the front cabin.

Y/N sat cross-legged between Jade and her best friend, a glossy resort catalog open across their laps, marked with lipstick smudges and laugh-creased corners.

“Okay, but this beach bar?” Jade pointed at a page. “We’re going. Second night. No excuses.”

“Seconded,” Y/N’s best friend added, stealing a handful of dried mangoes from the snack tray. “I brought a few specifically for bar-hopping.”

Meanwhile, in the rear of the jet, Carlos leaned back in his seat, legs crossed, half-listening to Arthur and Lando bicker about jet lag remedies.

“You brought electrolyte sachets and ear oil?” Arthur asked Lando, deadpan.

Lando looked smug. “It’s from a wellness place in Mayfair. You’ll thank me.”

Carlos smiled faintly, tapping his fingers on his espresso cup. Then, after a pause, “I think she suspects something.”

Arthur looked up. “Who? Y/N?”

Carlos gave a slow nod. “She’s been getting too many fan comments about it. I can tell she’s piecing things together. Or at least trying to.”

Lando tilted his head. “You think she knows when?”

Carlos shrugged. “She’s smart. But I’ve thrown enough curveballs that I think I’m still in the clear.”

Arthur smirked. “So you’re not telling us when either?”

Carlos lifted his brows. “I love you guys, but the fewer people that know, the less chance one of you ruins it.”

Lando threw his hands up. “But, you'll help us set up right?”

“Sure,” Carlos replied nonchalantly.

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MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The early sun filtered through the glass panels of the villa, soft golden rays settling over the pale stone floors and flickering across the white curtains. The ocean outside was barely making a sound, like even the waves were sleeping in.

Inside the villa. the three men were already up, slightly jet-lagged but surprisingly chipper.

Carlos padded barefoot into the shared kitchen area, his dark curls still a little damp from a quick shower. “They’re all still out cold?” he asked, glancing at Arthur who was scrolling through his phone lazily while nursing an espresso.

“Passed out like babies,” Lando smirked, balancing a mango between two fingers before tossing it and catching it again. “I checked. Y/N’s hugging Jade like a teddy bear, and your girlfriend’s best friend is snoring.”

Carlos chuckled. “Wow, Let bf/n hear what you've been calling her.”

Arthur, yawning, looked up. “Should we wake them? Or…”

“Let’s not.” Carlos smirked, tugging open the fridge. “Let’s do something nice. Set up breakfast outside, by the pool.”

Lando grinned, “Like a breakfast picnic? You’re turning domestic.”

Arthur added, teasing, “What next? Proposal with pancakes?”

Carlos shot him a look but didn’t say anything. Arthur blinked. “Wait-”

Lando quickly stepped in with a clap of his hands. “Anyway! Pool breakfast. I like the idea. I’ll call the front desk to deliver the breakfast floats too.”

.

Thirty minutes later, a dreamlike spread was laid out on the villa’s pool in a tray, chilled juice, fruits, scrambled eggs, avocado toast, and little notes Lando insisted they scribble on napkins “We worked so hard on this. Be grateful. –L”

Carlos stood back, admiring it all. He glanced toward the sliding doors leading into the girls’ room. “Let's go wake them up?"

They stormed inside the girls’ room, Y/N stirred under the thin blanket, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?”

Carlos came in and sat on the bed beside her as hs e snuggled his waist. "It's 10 baby." Y/N groaned but smiled.

Carlos grinned. “Good morning, amour. Breakfast is served poolside.”

Jade let out a soft gasp. “What are you guys upto?”

“We got you guys breakie.” Arthur added, peeking over Jade’s shoulder. "Go get changed. We have to go kayaking after lunch too. Till then we can relax by the pool."

Best friend, still half-buried under a silk pillow, squinted at the bunch. “I need someone to dress me up. I don't wanna get uppppp.”

Carlos looked at Y/N again. “Vamos Vamos Vamos.” He pulled her up from the bed.

Ten minutes later, the girls stepped out, dressed in bikinis and sunglasses, Y/N’s hair clipped with a floral clip.

She took in the whole setup, the ocean breeze curling the scent of citrus and fresh coffee through the air, the boys looking unnecessarily proud.

“You did this?” she asked Carlos.

“I supervised,” he said, tugging her in for a kiss. “Lando did most of the lifting.”

Lando placed a hand on his heart. “It’s about time someone gave me credit.”

“Where’s my coffee?” Jade asked, already spotting the float.

The morning was light, filled with laughter and lazy bites of breakfast, feet dangling in the pool, birds chirping in the background.

Y/N leaned her head on Carlos’s shoulder as they shared a fruit bowl, her fingers laced in his. “I don’t deserve you,” she murmured, eyes soft.

He kissed the top of her head. “Maybe not. But you have me anyway.”

Lando pretended to gag. “Someone toss me a pancake to block my ears.”

Arthur raised his espresso as Carlos splashed water on Lando. “To the most domestic vacation morning we’ll probably ever have.”

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MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The sun dipped low on the horizon, bleeding coral pinks and amber oranges into the sky. The sea lapped gently against the shore, like it, too, was slowing down for the day.

Down by the beach, the villa staff had helped set up a small bonfire circle, mats and chairs arranged in a semicircle around a crackling fire pit, low tiki torches lining the edge of the sand.

A low table stood nearby, topped with blankets, a bar, and a portable speaker playing a lo-fi island playlist.

Y/N stretched her legs out on a mat, head resting lazily on Carlos’s shoulder. Her skin still smelled faintly of sunscreen and sea salt, her hair damp from their earlier kayaking trip.

Across from her, Lando strummed aimlessly on the small travel guitar he’d insisted on bringing, humming under his breath.

“Didn’t know you were a musician now,” Arthur teased, sipping from a coconut.

“I’m a man of many talents,” Lando shot back with a mock-bow, hitting a chord that very much sounded like a mistake.

“You just murdered Ed Sheeran,” Bf/n said flatly.

Lando grinned. “He’ll recover.”

Carlos chuckled, brushing a piece of sand from Y/N’s ankle. “You okay? Still tired from kayaking?”

She shook her head. “Not tired. Just… full of the day. It’s so peaceful here.”

“It is,” he agreed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “I don’t remember the last time I saw you this relaxed.”

“Mm. Because you’re usually dragging me to cities and racetracks,” she teased.

The group slipped into a gentle rhythm, munching on sweets, passing around drinks, and sharing embarrassing stories from years past.

The wind whipped gently, causing a few locks of hair to dance across faces and clothes to flutter against sun-warmed skin.

Lando played a few chords of Afterglow by Ed Sheeran, slowing the mood. His voice was low but surprisingly steady as he sang along, eyes flicking around as if unsure whether to be serious or not.

Y/N leaned into Carlos’s side again and whispered, “He’s actually good.”

“Don’t tell him,” Carlos whispered back. “It’ll go to his head.”

As the fire popped and cracked, throwing golden flecks into the night, the group’s laughter began to mellow. They lay back against their chairs and towels, staring up at the stars above.

“Alright,” Jade said after a long stretch of silence, her voice soft, “if you had to be stuck on a deserted island with two people from this trip, who would you pick?”

Arthur sat up. “Lando, for music, and Y/N to keep me sane.”

“Smart,” best friend nodded.

“Carlos and bf/n” Y/N quipped.

Carlos, meanwhile, watched Y/N as she blushed, wind in her hair and glowing from the firelight. His hand brushed hers, fingers curling between hers under the blanket draped over their laps.

He squeezed once. She looked at him. Something softened in her gaze, but she didn’t ask what he was thinking. She just smiled.

Later, when the fire began to die and the wind got cooler, Lando played the final strings of a mellow tune.

Carlos helped Y/N up, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. “Ready to head in?” She nodded, slipping her hand into his.

The rest of the group followed, yawning and teasing each other as they trudged barefoot through the cool sand back to the villa.

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VILLA, MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The villa buzzed with golden-hour warmth, laughter echoing off the whitewashed walls and across the private pool.

Carlos leaned comfortably into the back of his chair, one arm draped lazily around Y/N’s shoulders as she laughed at something Arthur said, a hand covering her mouth mid-snort.

Jade was across from them, sipping a cocktail and scrolling through the photos from that morning, while Lando teased Y/N’s best friend about nearly falling off the kayak.

Everything was going great until Jade’s sunglasses hit the floor. “Guys,” Jade cut him off, voice thin. “Dock. Look at the dock.”

A white seaplane had landed, its propellers slowing with a distant whir as two familiar figures stepped onto the floating walkway.

Y/N’s laughter stopped like someone had hit mute. Her arm slipped from around Carlos’s waist.

Carlos’s jaw flexed subtly as he followed her line of sight, his hand instinctively clunged her shoulder protectively. “Qué demonios…” he muttered under his breath. [What the hell.]

Arthur squinted as Charles and Alex strides, hand in hand. “Is that-? No way.”

Charles looked equally startled when he saw them. His stride faltered, but only for a second.

Alex, on the other hand, beamed with glossy confidence, waving a hand with feigned surprise. “Wow, what a coincidence!” she called out, voice carrying too easily over the water. “Small world, huh?”

Lando nearly choked on his drink. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Y/N stared at them like she’d just seen ghosts climb out of the ocean. Her voice came out low, measured. “Did anyone… know about this?”

“Nope,” her best friend said immediately, eyes narrowed like a hawk.

Arthur let out a sharp exhale through his nose and turned toward the approaching duo with a stiff nod. “I thought you said you were spending winter in Mexico,” he called out to the couple, voice flat.

Alex giggled. “Change of plans last minute. Maldives felt more romantic, don’t you think?”

“I can think of other words,” Jade muttered.

Charles hesitated at the edge of the deck, his eyes flickering toward her. “I didn’t know you were all… here,” he said finally, the lie so thin it didn’t even bother dressing itself up.

Y/N’s voice was soft, brittle. “You always land on your feet, don’t you?”

Alex clutched his arm. “Well, we booked the last suite. Funny how the universe works.” She turned to the group, lips stretched into a bright smile. “Mind if we join lunch?”

Before anyone could answer, Carlos pulled Y/N gently back into her seat, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You hungry still?” he asked quietly, ignoring the tension lingering just across the table.

Y/N didn’t look away. “I was.”

YACHT, MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The late afternoon sun shimmered against the Indian Ocean as the group stepped barefoot onto the yacht, its white deck gleaming under the fading light.

Carlos held Y/N’s hand tightly, guiding her by the waist onto the cushioned seating area. She didn’t let go once.

He joked about something stud pic to which she laughed softly, noses brushing.

Meanwhile, Charles stood alone, leaning against the railing at the front of the boat. Occasionally, his gaze would flicker toward the back where the couple sat.

Beside Charles, Alexandra stood adjusting her mesh dress unnecessarily, pretending not to notice the cold shoulder from nearly everyone.

“Babe, take a picture of me here?” she cooed, holding her phone out to Charles without turning to look at him.

He blinked, snapped one absentmindedly, and handed the phone back.

“Seriously? My hair looks flat. You could’ve said something.”

Charles didn’t reply.

On the daybed, Carlos kissed Y/N’s bare shoulder and leaned close. “Are you okay?”

Her smile softened. “Now? Yes. You’ve barely let me breathe without you today.”

“Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled and pulled her legs across his lap. “I’ll keep you right here. Let the ghost of boyfriends past keep staring.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked briefly to the front of the boat. “Don’t give him the satisfaction, cariño,” Carlos murmured, brushing a kiss behind her ear. “You don’t owe him anything.”

“I know,” she whispered. “It’s just… suffocating whenever he's in the same place as I am.”

Her best friend came over with drinks for her and jade. Y/n thanked her while Carlos took a sip and scrunched on the amount of alcohol in it.

Alex tried to join them later, squeezing onto the seat beside Arthur and making the entire group inch away like magnets in reverse.

“This view is just divine,” she said, snapping a selfie.

No one responded. She looked around. “Is it usually this… quiet with you guys?”

Jade deadpanned “No. Not usually.”

Carlos raised a brow but said nothing. His fingers lazily traced Y/N’s thigh as he poured her another drink.

The sun had started to near the horizon when the crew announced, “We’ll anchor here for an hour, great time for a snorkel if anyone’s up for it!”

“Bags are in the cabin, snorkels on the deck,” one of the crew members added, pointing toward the open bin of fins and masks.

Y/N stood at the edge of the platform at the back of the boat, wearing a blue bikini that Carlos was absolutely not handling well.

He was helping her with mask when he leaned in to peck her lips. "I really want to skip this and take you back to our room."

"Not happening." she pushed him back lightly, "We have the whole night to ourselves." She pulled him towards the group, ready to dive.

The water was warm, salt clinging to her skin like silk. Beneath them, fish darted between coral, and faint trails of glowing plankton shimmered like fairy dust as the sun’s last light glimmered.

She surfaced, laughing. “This is so beautiful.”

Carlos wiped water from her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

They floated near the edge of the boat, arms around each other, ignoring the others for a moment. His nose touched hers underwater. They came up grinning like idiots.

Across the water, Lando was yelling, “Arthur, get the fish away from me, you Prick!"

“Come look!” Carlos tugged Y/N’s hand, guiding her toward a coral ridge where shimmering fish darted like lightning.

Y/N’s fingers gripped Carlos’s tightly underwater. They floated side by side, suspended between worlds.

When they surfaced, breathless, she pushed back her hair. “That was…”

He beat her to it. “Perfect?” She nodded, heart full. “You’re perfect,” he added quietly. “I mean it.”

She blinked, cheeks flushed. “Good. I want to ruin every man for you.” She laughed, splashing him.

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VILLA, MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The next morning, the air in the villa felt heavier than the sunburned sky outside. It wasn’t just the heat, it was the uninvited guests.

Y/N sat perched on the white marble countertop of the villa's open kitchen, her bare legs swinging slightly, clad in one of Carlos’s oversized shirts from the night before. Her damp hair was twisted in a claw clip, beads of water still clinging to her collarbone from the shower. She hadn’t spoken much since breakfast. Her laughter, so abundant just yesterday, had gone quiet.

Carlos stood beside her, leaning against the counter with his phone turned toward her. A video of Diego was playing, waddling behind Reyes' Maltese, Olivia, who was running circles around his little rocker, a rattle toy in mouth.

“Look at that,” Carlos chuckled, nudging her thigh lightly with his elbow. “Olivia loves that rattler. My aunt got it when Ana was a baby.”

Y/N smiled faintly, but the crinkle near her eyes didn’t quite show up.

Carlos turned the volume down and let the screen dim, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Okay,” he said softly, voice dropping so only she could hear over the distant sound of Alex’s voice carrying across the open-plan living area, “what happened?”

She blinked up at him slowly. “Nothing,” she said, too quickly.

Y/N’s shoulders sagged when he shifted closer. She glanced across the room. Alex was seated squarely between Arthur and Charles on the large sofa. She was going on and about her upcoming shoot with Rhode and hosting a dinner for Nina Ricci. Charles wasn’t even pretending to listen. He stared ahead at nothing while Arthur checked his phone under the table.

“It just… feels off,” Y/N said finally. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Why would they do that when they're the one who didn't want me around.”

Carlos huffed a small laugh through his nose. “You’re not wrong.”

“I miss when it was just us.” she murmured.

Carlos reached up and gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Then let’s just let it be us?"

Her brows rose, confused. “Let’s take a break. Just you and me,” he said. “Lunch date? Maybe we can go to the local market and get our families gifts?”

Y/N tilted her head. “Seriously?”

“Sí, mi amor. Let’s disappear for a bit. Get some air.”

She smiled then. For real. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her forehead rest against his. “Let’s run away,” she whispered.

He grinned. “I’d run anywhere with you.”

Across the villa, Lando walked in holding a large woven basket, a towel slung over one shoulder. “Okay, hear me out,” he said dramatically, “Beach picnic. I got the staff to arrange booze, sandwiches, and Jade made popsicles. out of fruit juice”

Y/N pulled away slightly, eyes lighting up, then hesitated. Carlos caught it and raised his hand. “Actually, we were thinking of taking a few hours to ourselves and get lunch.”

Lando blinked, then smiled instantly. “Ah. Got it. Romantic escape. Approved. I’ll keep the crowd entertained.”

“Thanks,” Carlos said, and Y/N squeezed Lando’s arm affectionately as they passed.

“Wear protection! I'm not ready to be an uncle yet!” Lando called after them.

As they grabbed their towels and slipped on sandals, Y/N heard Alex behind them, still going on, now about how her clothing ad was going to be shot in Capri, and how Rhode sent her two extra PR boxes by accident but “obviously wanted her to keep them.”

Carlos took Y/N’s hand as they stepped outside into the blinding sun.

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BEACH, MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

Evening rolled in slow, the air was still warm . Carlos and Y/N strolled hand in hand along the curved shoreline, the sand cool beneath their feet now that the sun had begun to dip low.

Y/N’s hair was salt-tangled, cheeks flushed, her linen dress fluttering just above her knees as the breeze danced around them. They were supposed to meet the rest of the group and head back to the villa to get ready for dinner.

As they reached the curve that opened up to the villa’s private beach, Y/N slowed her steps. No one was there. The beach was completely empty. Y/N blinked, confused. “Wait. Where’s everyone? Did we miss them?”

Carlos didn’t answer. He gently tugged her forward by the hand.

“Carlos…” She looked up at him, but he wasn’t meeting her eyes. His gaze was set ahead, a softness in his expression she couldn’t quite read.

“Y/N,” he said, voice low, steady, but if you listened closely, it trembled just the tiniest bit. “You’ve been my home ever since we got together.”

She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around his.

“I didn’t even know I was searching for something until I found you. I thought I had everything figured out, my career, everything. But you…” He smiled, softly, eyes glassy but never looking away. “You reminded me there’s more to life than just the world championship.”

She was already tearing up, her breath catching. “You’re the person I want to tell everything to. You laugh at my worst jokes, you make fun of me, and you kiss me goodnight like I’m your most favourite person in the world.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “I’ve never felt more myself than when I’m with you.”

Carlos paused. Then quietly, like a vow “Spending forever with you? That would be the best decision of my life.”

Then, his voice dropped even lower. More certain than ever. “So… marry me, Y/N?”

It hit her all at once, what this was, what today had meant, what this entire trip had been quietly building to. Her hands flew to her mouth, the first sob escaping before she could even answer. Her knees buckled slightly, and Carlos reached up instinctively, steadying her as she nodded, hard and fast, still crying.

“Yes,” she managed between broken laughter and saltwater tears. “Yes, yes! God, yes.”

Carlos bent down on his knee and slipped the ring on her finger, hands steady despite the tremble of the moment. It fit like it had always belonged there, her sun-warmed skin now kissed by a perfect band of love. And then he kissed her, cuddling her in his arms.

Behind the flowering fence that separated the beachfront, Lando crouched low with his DSLR in hand, snapping photo after photo with the biggest grin on his face.

He’d promised not to interrupt. And he wouldn’t. But he’d be damned if he didn’t capture every single second of it.

The moment Y/N stepped into the villa, the sound of laughter and soft music greeted her, but so did two girls' happy screams.

“OH MY GOD, YOU SAID YES!” Jade nearly knocked her over with the force of her hug, mascara already smudged under her eyes from crying earlier when Carlos had given her the heads-up.

“Where is it? Let me see it, let me see it!!” her best friend squealed, grabbing Y/N’s hand and gasping at the glimmering ring now nestled perfectly on her finger.

Y/N laughed, a little dazed, a little out of breath. “I literally just said yes like five minutes ago-”

“DOESN’T MATTER,” Jade interrupted, dragging her toward the lounge. “We have, like, exactly an hour to get you ready before dinner and engagement pics. This face is not going on Instagram without a highlighter.”

“Wait. Arthur! Lando!” Y/N started to turn toward them with open arms, but both guys just grinned and waved her off knowingly.

“Later!” Arthur called out with a wink.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, her heart too full for her body to handle. They were already pulling her toward the hallway when she turned back, just in time to catch a glimpse of Charles.

He hadn’t said much when they returned, just stood quietly off to the side. Now, he stepped forward, just for a second, his eyes finding hers.

“Congratulations,” he said simply. His voice was soft, almost tired. But genuine.

She blinked, surprised for a moment, then nodded, "thank you" before Jade tugged her into her room and closed the door behind them.

Charles watched the door shut, chest hollow. He didn’t hate Carlos, how could he? Carlos had always been one of his bet mates. He didn’t even hate Y/N for having a relationship with his former teammate. He could never hate her for any reason.

But watching her laugh like that… the way she lit up around Carlos, how she reached for him instinctively, trusted him fully, smiled like she'd won the trophy, that was what love should look like.

And he hadn’t given her that. He had loved her, in the only way he knew how. But maybe that hadn’t been enough. Maybe it never was.

So he quietly turned around and went back to his room.

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lilymhe she said YES !!!

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VILLA, MALDIVES - DECEMBER 2024

The waves lapped gently under a moonlit sky, the sea glowing silver against the darkness. Everyone was tucked inside, packing, prepping for the flight to Monaco the next morning. But Charles couldn’t sleep.

He wandered down the narrow path that led to the beach, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets. The cold breeze off the water hit his face, crisp and clear. That’s when he saw her.

Y/N was sitting on the sand, knees tucked to her chest, face turned toward the ocean. Her hair was tied in a lazy bun, a blanket draped around her shoulders, the sound of waves her only company.

He paused thinking for a second before he walked toward her.

She turned her head slightly, then looked up at him. She passed him a gentle smile “Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, patting the sand beside her.

Charles sat down wordlessly. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence wasn’t tense. Just… heavy.

“I saw you walking,” she said. “Figured I’d give you your moment.”

Charles exhaled slowly. “And yet here I am ruining yours.”

Y/N smiled faintly. “You’re not. Come on, you can join me for a while” She patted the sand beside her.

Another beat of silence passed. He looked at her profile, the same face he once knew like the back of his hand, now belonging to someone else in a way that felt final.

“You’re happy,” he finally said.

She glanced at him, nodding. “I am.”

He smiled, but his eyes didn’t quite catch up. “Carlos is good to you.”

“He is.” She turned toward him more fully. “I didn’t know love could feel like… peace. It is very calm and settled with him. Even when things are messy.”

Charles swallowed hard. “I wanted to give you that. I swear I tried.”

“I know,” she said, softly. “But you couldn’t. And maybe that’s not your fault.”

He looked at her then, really looked. “I loved you.”

“I loved you too,” she whispered. “But love isn’t always enough, Charles. You know that.”

The wind picked up slightly, tousling her hair. She pulled the blanket tighter.

“I won’t lie and say I didn’t hate you for a while,” she said, a sad smile playing on her lips. “For not showing up. For making me feel like I was too much or not enough, depending on the day. But I also gave up too soon. I stopped fighting when things got hard.”

“You stopped fighting when you were tired,” he corrected gently. “And I didn’t notice soon enough.”

They sat in silence again, the sea roaring gently behind their conversation.

“I’m glad you found what you were looking for,” he said finally. “You deserve someone who shows up. Who loves you loudly. Carlos does that. He's a good man.”

She touched his hand, briefly. “And you will too, Charles. Someday. When you let yourself. But you’ve got to stop punishing yourself for what didn’t work out.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Is that a polite way of saying stop sulking behind us?”

She gave him a teasing look. “Absolutely. It’s Christmas in a week. You’re not allowed to brood. That’s the rule.”

He smiled, this time, it reached his eyes. “I’ll try.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

They stood slowly, brushing the sand off their clothes.

“Now go to bed,” she said, nudging him. “You look like you haven’t slept in a year.”

“Maybe two,” he teased.

She laughed, light, easy, unburdened. The way she used to.