❝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 TWENTY-ONE;
Hey Fate, It's Aurora
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Jimmy'z Nightclub in Monaco pulsed with energy, a vibrant symphony of laughter, music, and celebration. The neon lights flickered in time with the heavy beats, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the sea of bodies moving rhythmically on the dance floor. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the excitement and adrenaline of victory.
In the heart of the VIP area, most of the Porsche team and several drivers from the grid gathered, celebrating Aurora's first-ever win. Laughter and cheers echoed as drinks flowed freely, the drivers mingling, dancing, and clinking glasses in a shared moment of triumph and camaraderie. The table they had bought for the night was laden with bottles of champagne, glasses, and an array of celebratory trinkets.
On the dance floor, Aurora was the life of the party. Her golden hair shimmered under the club's lights as she raised a shot glass high above her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Beside her, Stevie and Sebastian tried to keep up with her antics, their faces flushed from the alcohol and excitement.
"Come on, boys! You're not backing out now!" Aurora laughed, her voice a melodic challenge as she downed her shot with practised ease.
Stevie, slightly tipsy but determined, followed suit, wincing as the liquid burned its way down his throat. "You're going to be the death of me, Rory," he joked, shaking his head as he reached for another shot. "I'm way too old for this."
Sebastian, ever the mentor but not one to back down from a challenge, chuckled. "Alright, alright. One more, but that's it!" He raised his glass, clinking it against Aurora's and Stevie's before tipping it back.
Around them, the other drivers watched with amusement, some joining in while others cheered them on. Lando and Carlos were deep in conversation at the edge of the dance floor, their eyes occasionally darting to Aurora, their expressions a mix of admiration and envy. Pierre and Charles stood near the VIP table, discussing the race with animated gestures, their competitiveness momentarily set aside in light of the celebration.
The DJ switched tracks, and a familiar tune filled the club, prompting cheers from the crowd. Aurora grabbed Stevie and Sebastian's hands, pulling them further onto the dance floor. "Dance with me!" she exclaimed, twirling around with infectious energy.
Stevie laughed, trying his best to keep up, while Sebastian nodded along, his usual composed demeanour melting away in the revelry. "Alright, Rory, lead the way," he said, allowing himself to be swept up in the moment.
As they danced, Aurora felt a surge of joy and freedom, the weight of the season's pressures momentarily lifted. This was her night, her victory, and she intended to savour every second of it. The music, the lights, the laughter—it all blended into a heady cocktail of celebration that made her feel invincible.
