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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN, cupid's unpleasant surprises

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A WEEK LATER.

Juliette and Charles had really minimal interactions ever since they almost kissed. Juliette decided to leave the Nice early and instead, went to go visit her mom, instead of vice versa.

It was now time for the French Grand Prix. One of Juliette's home races.

She was even more anxious than usual. She wanted to do the best she could, and impress her people.

Surprisingly, F1 had partnered up with Paris Saint-Germain, and had invited some of the team to the Grand Prix.

Meaning that Neymar would be watching. Which made Juliette feel a little better. Marquinhos and Thiago Silva were also coming as well, along with Kylian Mbappe and a few others.

She was familiarized with the team, and met most of them. Though PSG wasn't a team she supported (Juliette was a hardcore Liverpool fan), she appreciated the messages that they had sent her a few days prior to the race.

Juliette had just finished up a quick conversation with her physiotherapist, and was now wandering around the Ferrari hospitality.

Her race suit was tied around her waist, her chalky white fireproofs stuck to her torso. Her hair was braided into two french braids.

She had about an hour and a half until the race, and as usual she finished prepping early. Charles was doing so pre-race interviews, so she was alone for the mean time.

Juliette decided to walk around the paddock, her phone in hand. This Grand Prix was during the evening, so there were a ton of bright lights scattered around the paddock, which made Juliette cringe at the harshness of some of them.

Juliette then looked up, to see Neymar and Thiago walking towards her, a smile on their faces.

"Juli!" Thiago exclaimed, wrapping her in a hug. Juliette laughed at his enthusiasm, before hugging Neymar as well.

"Is Bruna here?" Juliette questioned. Neymar shook his head. "Não. She's in Spain doing a shoot."

Juliette nodded. Thiago spoke up. "How's F1? I haven't been able to catch up with you in a while."

Juliette smiled. "It's been good, I'm so glad you guys are here, I wouldn't know what to do without the support."

"Who said I'm gonna support you?" Neymar rose a brow. Juliette scoffed. "You better, before I leak that hideous photo of you with dread locks-"

Neymar covered her mouth with his hand, Juliette glared at him and wacked his hand off of her. "Why are your hands warm?"

Neymar furrowed his brows. "Why type of question is that?"

Thiago chuckled at their shenanigans. "We're gonna head off. I'll be rooting for you!"

"Obrigada! Wish me luck." [Thank you] Juliette exclaimed, as the two Brazilians walked off to the paddock club.

Juliette continued to stroll around a little more. She responded to a few DM's on her instagram. A light smile on her face as she read a heartfelt message from her mother.

She then bumped into somebody, she stumbled back, as the person gently grabbed her arm, stabling her balance.

The Bianchi glanced up. Her eyes meeting someone she didn't expect.

Antoine.

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CHARLES' POV:

I had just finished up my pre-race interviews. It was quite boring, they all asked similar questions, which wasn't eventful.