Somewhere in Tuscany, two people cross paths- one lost and one making the most out of a month of freedom. No responsibilities. No expectations. No judgements. It's just them and the countryside.
Could this be the escape they badly crave or just a d...
Before you start reading this, can I just say how thankful I am for GQ? I mean look at this.
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I'd like to make a petition to have a Ferrari leather jacket so that Charles would make a tradition of wearing it on race weekends just like how he wears the red pants on quali day.
Btw I rushed this chapter so look out for some typos 👀
Enjoy!
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With only two races left, I could feel the pressure of winning a third world championship get to Charles.
He did great in Austin, not only winning the race but getting the fastest lap as well. Mercedes were as competitive as ever, fighting back in Mexico when Ace got pole while George placed third, leaving Charles in second place and in between the two Mercedes drivers.
We just arrived back in Monaco and you could see the stress on his face. I made sure to talk to Olivia and clear out my schedule for the rest of the year apart from any meetings I had with Zola to finalize the foundation. Everything was going well and she's taken care of contacting a few initial investors but I'd also have to see some of them on my own. Before going to Brazil, I was flying back to L.A. for two days and then meeting Charles for the second to the last race of the season.
Charles immediately slept as soon as we got back to his house while I went out for a bit to run some errands for what I had planned tonight. Of course, he's given me full reign to use the Stradale whenever I'm here but definitely not the Pista. I went back home around five in the afternoon to see him walking down the stairs, hair messed up and feet barefoot.
"Hey, where'd you go?" He asked, kissing my cheek before looking down at the paperbags I was holding.
"Preparing for tonight." I smiled and Charles' eyebrows furrowed in confusion because as far as he knew, we were staying in.
"What's with tonight?"
I dropped one of the paperbags which held my clothes and pulled out his which was sort of a blue denim vest made out of thin material and brown pants. He already had the other clothes needed for the outfit from when I checked his closet earlier. "It's Halloween, Leclerc."
An hour later, I found myself wearing an off shoulder violet corset that hugged my waist paired with a matching frilled skirt. I knew it was going to be an eventful night so I just wore some white sneakers so that my feet wouldn't hurt. Despite having an easy outfit, it was my hair that took the longest. I'm not fond of exploring different hairstyles which is why even a simple french braid took a while for me, especially when I placed some flowers in my hair.
I walked out of Charles' bathroom and into the closet he had where he was fixing the collar of his shirt. Underneath the vest I got him, he wore a white button up top and paired it with brown khaki pants. I was expecting him to be wearing his black high top Converse but I was surprised to see him wearing boots.
