The story where Italian model Amara Bianchi has a rather fateful yet unpleasant meeting with Spanish footballer Pablo Gavi. At first she thinks he's a horrible person but with time she begins to develop feelings for him. She thinks he feels the same...
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"it's so loud"Brielle yells over the noises being made in the paddock
"Well it is formula one so it's bound to be loud" I say back to her navigating us to the Ferrari garage to see Charles
"Ah here we go" I say seeing the little black horse on red banner in the distance
I walk over there quickly dragging Brielle with me making sure she doesn't get distracted. I go to a lot more races than she does because it's more of my Italian culture and it's what my father and I do whenever we are in Italy around the imola race.
"Mari!" I hear from behind me as I turn around to see Charles smiling talking to his race strategist
He walks over and gives me a hug and I hug him back tightly
"comment as-tu été" he asks me
"J'ai été super merci d'avoir demandé" Brielle cuts in rolling her eyes
"Brielle!" Charles exclaims smiling at her and giving her a hug as well
"We are just here to wish you good luck with your first two practices" i say and smile
"Well I'm very happy to see you guys here" he says before hugging us again
"Okay go back to you strategy planning we are going to head up to the paddock club" I say and smile before waving at him as we walk away
"I told warren to meet us up there so keep your eyes out" Brielle says to me
"Gotcha" I say as we walk up the steps to the paddock club
"Hey you know they said some other footballers would be here" she says as we walk through the door
"Fantastic!" I say sarcastically
"Hey we aren't all that bad" warren says completely spawning next to me and scaring me shitless
" jeez you guys are going to kill me" i exclaim hold my heart
"Yeah I hear that rumor too though, I heard some Barcelona guys some Real Madrid guys. I already know plenty of psg guys here and then some from the premier league" he states
"Ah what a cute little informant we have" I say and push his shoulder
He shrugs at me and we sit down in the paddock club and watch the free practice
In between practices we went to an actual lunch place before returning to the paddock club
"Well I must make my leave, I'm going to go hangout withsome if the guys so have fun tonight" he says before leaving
"Byee" I say and wave after him
"Ah what are we doing" she asks
"Club probably, I know Charles is going tonight so we can go with them all, I think Leedia will also be there and given how you slept through her arrival it would be good for you to see her." I say and look down to my phone that buzzes
"Ah holy shit" I say stunned
"What what" she asks
"I just got booked for vouge Milano" I say
"Oh my gosh that huge" Brielle says and hugs me
"Wow I can't believe this. This is insane" I say still shocked
"Now we have an actual reason to celebrate" she laughs as we exit the paddock club to go back to the apartment and change
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"Hey I'm going to go get another Diet Coke, do you need anything" I yell to Brielle over the club music
" ooh get me a coke with vodka, thanks love you" she says
I laugh to myself and walk to the bar
"1 Diet Coke with a lemon and 1 coke with vodka" I say to the bartender
"Coming on up" he says and begins preparing the drinks
I turn around and face towards the floor where many people were dancing then I look up to see Charles's booth that is packed with celebrities at this point
I feel a tap in my elbow and I turn around to the bartender handing me two drinks
"Thank you so much" I say and give him my tab number before picking up the two drinks and walk In the direction if the booth carrying both drinks in both of my hands being very careful I don't drop them
As I'm walking out of nowhere a person rams into me causing me to spill one of my drunks all over the floor
"Damn it why don't you watch out" I curse look down to see my alcohol soaked shoe
"Hey that's not my fault" I hear an accented voice say as I look up to see who it was or at least get a good look at the face
I gasped quietly when I realized who it was
Translations: comment as-tu été= how have you been
J'ai été super merci d'avoir demandé= I've been great thanks for asking
