❝They hate each other.❞
❝No, they don't. Not really.❞
In the high-stakes world of Formula 1 racing, Aurora Prince faces her toughest challenge yet as she makes her debut with Porsche during the 2025 season. Haunted by grief and fueled by determinati...
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CHAPTER FOUR;
Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby
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The sun hung high in the sky, casting its golden rays over the terrace where Aurora and Daniel sat. Amid Saudi Arabia's heat, they found solace outside, enjoying their morning coffee. The gentle breeze offered a semblance of relief from the scorching sun as they perused the breakfast menu laid out before them.
Aurora furrowed her brows, her gaze flitting from one item to another on the menu. Daniel chuckled a warm sound that resonated through the air. "You know, I could just order for you. I already know what you're going to get."
She shot him a playful glare. "Oh, do you now?"
"Of course," Daniel replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We live together, remember? I've witnessed your breakfast routine enough times to know it by heart. Fruit and Yoghurt, with a glass of orange juice - but no bits. You sulk if there's any pulp left in it."
Aurora shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You make it sound like I'm predictable."
He laughed, reaching across the table to gently nudge her arm. "Only when it comes to breakfast, my dear June."
With a playful roll of her eyes, Aurora conceded defeat. "Fine, you win."
Daniel grinned triumphantly. "I always win. Now, do you want me to go inside and order for you?"
She nodded gratefully, watching him rise from his seat and make his way indoors. Left alone on the terrace, Aurora took a moment to soak in the serene surroundings. The distant hum of the city seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the tranquility of the moment.
Moments later, Daniel returned with a glass of orange juice in his hand, a satisfied grin on his face. "Your usual," he announced, setting the glass down in front of her.
Aurora's eyes lit up as she beheld the familiar sight before her. She looked up at Daniel, a soft expression of gratitude on her face. "Thank you," she said, sincerity lacing her words.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Anything for you."
Together, they settled back into their seats, content in each other's company as they enjoyed their breakfast in the warmth of the Saudi Arabian sun. They fell into a comfortable silence, both scrolling through their phones when Aurora suddenly chortled.
Aurora's laughter subsided as she scrolled through her messages, stumbling upon a photograph of Maverick, Daniel's beloved dog whom Cora was currently looking after. The image depicted Maverick frolicking in the park, his tail wagging joyfully as he chased after a ball.
