❝Falling for him wasn't falling at all. It was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you're home.❞
In which Hollywood actress Alexandra Heroux returns to the world of F1 after almost a decade, only to fall for Charles Leclerc.
With her turbule...
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Authors Note: The storyline of the blog is almost over, there were just a few more things to put in so that it would come full circle and all tie up, both overall, and within each characters relationship and development.
It's also worth noting that if you don't have anything polite to say, please don't say anything at all.
I've had a few not so lovely messages with some strong opinions, and I'd rather not have to deal with anything negative.
To everyone else, thanks for the love x
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In the midst of the plush furnishings of Charles' living room, Alexandra sat stiffly in the armchair. Her arms were crossed, and her legs dangled over the edge, revealing her uneasy disposition. She cast a scrutinizing gaze at her friends and acquaintances who had gathered in the room.
The entirety of the F1 grid was present, along with notable figures like Toto, Christian, and their respective wives. Alexandra's eyes widened slightly in surprise when she spotted her father and Emily among the attendees. They appeared genuinely concerned as they took in her worn-out appearance.
The group had arranged themselves haphazardly around the apartment, making use of any available seating or cushions on the floor. Charles, in contrast, couldn't contain his anxiety and paced nervously back and forth. It was only when Sebastian, noticing the escalating tension, placed a calming hand on Charles' shoulder and gestured toward Alexandra that he stopped.
Charles turned his attention to Alexandra, who was now watching him with a furrowed brow and a cocked head. Her gaze bore into him, revealing a mix of emotions that he couldn't quite decipher. Sebastian's throat clearing drew everyone's attention, and he posed the pivotal question that hung in the air.
"Is everyone ready?" Sebastian inquired, addressing the room and signaling the need to begin the challenging conversation they had all convened for.
"I am," Alexandra's voice broke through the tension in the room, her words resolute. At her response, the collective gaze of the room pivoted toward her. For the first time in over a week, her friends and acquaintances took notice of her appearance, and the signs of her recent struggles were starkly evident.
Alexandra's typically vibrant blue eyes, now dulled by exhaustion and distress, held shadows that hinted at sleepless nights and tormenting thoughts. Her once luminous skin bore a pallor that betrayed her emotional turmoil, dark circles beneath her eyes serving as a testament to her restless nights. Stray strands of her usually well-kept hair clung to her damp forehead, a result of the earlier shower.
As she sat in the armchair with her arms crossed, her body language was tense and guarded, an outward reflection of her inner turmoil. The creases on her forehead spoke of a mind heavy with unresolved issues. Her lips, usually adorned with a bright smile, were now downturned and set in a firm line.
