Y/n Leclerc was 14 when Jules died. She had never been to races anyway, only ever watching on TV, so it wasn't hard for her family to keep her seperate from that life. But when Herve died, Y/n fell apart. Pascale thought it would be best to send her...
Y/n and Charles were making their way towards the media pen. They were jabbering away in french, about the next few weeks and the party, and lots else. They didn't hear the Frenchman calling out to them, too preoccupied with their own conversation.
"LECLERC!" The pair finally stopped, turning around looking in his direction. "Why do you have that? Isn't that yours, Y/n" Charles said gesturing towards the pink tumbler in Pierre's hand. "Mate, I promised your sister a coffee, and I don't break promises." Pierre handed the coffee to Y/n. "Iced Oat Milk Flat White for you Mademoiselle." "Thank you Pierre, Congratulations" Y/n smiled warmly towards Pierre. "Come on LP, I'm going to be late for my interview" Charles said dragging his sister behind him. "I'll meet you at the party Y/n" Pierre shouted after them, and she threw back a thumbs up sipping her coffee.
"Wanna tell me what all that was about with Pierre?" Charles asked as He, Y/n, Charlotte, Arthur, and Lorenzo walked towards the car taking them to the hotel. The ferrari pair had met up with the youngest and eldest Leclercs at the Prema garage, and the four were going back to the hotel to get ready. "What do you mean? What happened with Pierre?" Arthur and Lorenzo spluttered out. "Idk, they seemed friendly. He brought her a coffee and then said he'd meet her at the party. And he hugged her for like a super long time at the podium" Charles explained his brothers. "Do you wanna know the reason? Because Ferrari makes shit coffee, and Pierre had my back in a bad situation and helped me calm down from a panic attack. And he and I are hanging out at the party tonight because he's nice and said he'd look out for me. I like him, he's nice, that's all" Y/n said. "Oooh Princesse has a crush" Arthur laughed. "I think so too" Lorenzo added in. "Okay I'm 21, shut up, if i did have a crush on him, which I don't, it would be none of your business". Charlotte laughed " you heard the woman, now can we hurry up, Y/n and I are meeting Isa to get ready together". "Thank you Lottie!" Y/n breathed a sigh of relief. "Plus she wants to look pretty for Pierre" Charles laughed
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"What do you think about this dress?" Y/n said leaning back on the bed in Isa's room. "Casual but not too casual, Sexy but not too sexy, I love it." Isa declared clapping her hands. "Y/n/n you look so gorgeous, when did you grow up", Charlotte sighed. "Lottie, you are less than 2 years older than me, what the hell" Y/n always found it funny that Charlotte treated her like a baby, probably because Charles treated her like a baby. Y/n slipped on her heels, "are we ready to go, I don't want to be late" Y/n whined and Charlotte laughed, "So the girl that initially didn't wanna go to this party, now doesn't want to be late. This couldn't be because of Pierre, by any chance?". Y/n huffed, "He just really had my back today, and yes, he's good looking, and yes he wants to spend the whole party with me, so yes he does have something to do with it."
Y/n was very nervous walking into the party. There were so many people she didn't know, and her brothers had already been swept off by friends or colleagues, and Carlos and Isa were busy talking to Carlos' cousin. Y/n was on her own now, and she could see Lance in the corner of the room looking at her.
