Salina Stoddarrt-Wolff, the daughter of a known Formula 1 team principal. Toto Wolff and his wife, Susie, has given everything to their only daughter for her to be a successful businesswoman and recently offered her to be a part-time owner of their...
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A GRUNT ESCAPES FROM my mouth as I pull in my heavy suitcase inside my apartment. I'm back home in London for a couple of days and my parents are both here to stay with me. They figured to have some family time together since we haven't had done anything as a trio in a long time.
My father helps with the heavier luggage as my mother and I carry in the carry-ons. The flight was quite the flight may I add. We are all very tired and would prefer to rest right after we get everything inside.
Lewis offered me to ride with him in his own private jet to spend some more time together since now we're some kind of thing—we haven't sort of discussed it yet—but I already promised to ride with my parents in their own jet. He seemed a little sad with the news, but I promised to text him as soon as we landed. And that's what I did.
I let out a small giggle, typing away on my phone as my parents take their things in the guest bedroom. The two of us catch up on whatever we missed these past couple of hours of not seeing each other.
"What are you smiling about?" My mother asks. I look up at her with a smirk as I've just been caught.
"Nicole just texted me a funny picture of this cat she saw on the street." I make up an excuse. "That's all."
"Okay. I'm just glad to see you happy even after half a day of flying. Your Father, on the other hand, is not and I'm going to need to deal with that the rest of the night." She sarcastically makes a dreadful face, making me laugh.
"I'll be dealing with him too, you know." My eyebrows raise up.
"Are you two ladies talking about me?" My father pops his head behind the door frame. I flinch my head in his direction and keep quiet.
"No, honey. We weren't talking about you." My mother rolls her eyes.
He comes, walking out, wrapping his arms around my mother from behind and starts swaying her side to side. I groan covering my eyes at the public display of affection they're shoving right in front of me.
