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♥︎ 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 @𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗹𝗲𝘂𝘅 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝟱𝟬𝟯,𝟵𝗸 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨.
@𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗒: 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗓𝗓 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 ＠𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙭 🍸

𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

@𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗮: 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌
𝟯𝗵𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘
⤿  @𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗎

@𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗹𝗲𝘂𝘅: 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 🍸
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⤿ @𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝗒𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗌

@𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗮𝗱: 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌
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@𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗰: 😍
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𝟭𝗵𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘
⤿ @𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

           The warm, golden glow of the jazz bar in Monaco set a relaxed, intimate tone for the evening. Soft saxophone notes drifted through the air, blending perfectly with the gentle murmur of conversations from the other tables. Gianna leaned back in her chair, a glass of wine in her hand, and smiled at Alexandra, who was seated across from her.

It was rare for them to have a quiet moment like this—both of their lives were hectic, revolving around the constant whirlwind of races, events, and travels. But tonight, they'd carved out a little time for themselves to just unwind and catch up.

"This place is perfect," Alexandra said, swirling her glass of red wine as her eyes scanned the room. "I love the vibe here. So classic Monaco."

Gianna chuckled, glancing around. "It's one of my favorite spots. Lando brought me here when I first moved. Said it would help me fall in love with Monaco—and he was right."

"Lando's got good taste," Alexandra said with a smirk. "Charles hasn't brought me here yet. I might have to drop a few hints."

Gianna grinned. "Or you could just bring him here and pretend it was all your idea."

Alexandra laughed, shaking her head. "Smart. I'll keep that in mind."

They fell into an easy rhythm of conversation, talking about everything and nothing all at once. The topic shifted to their busy schedules, and Alexandra tilted her head thoughtfully.

"How's everything going with you and Lando?" she asked, her tone warm and genuinely curious. "You've been so busy with everything, I barely hear any updates."

Gianna took a sip of her wine, her lips curving into a small smile. "We're good. Busy, but good. It's been a bit of a balancing act with his schedule, but we're figuring it out."

Alexandra nodded. "It's not easy, is it? Charles and I go through the same thing. I mean, the travel can be fun, but it's exhausting too."

"Exactly," Gianna agreed. "But the summer break is coming up soon, and we're planning to spend it together. No racing, no studio work, just us."

"That sounds amazing. Any plans yet?"

"Not really. We're thinking about somewhere quiet, maybe a beach. Somewhere we can just relax and forget about everything for a while."

Alexandra smiled. "That sounds perfect. You two deserve it."

Gianna looked down at her glass, her fingers tracing the rim absentmindedly. "What about you and Charles? Any plans?"

"We're still deciding," Alexandra admitted. "He mentioned wanting to stay here in Monaco for a bit, maybe do some sailing. But we'll see. I think he just needs a break from everything."

They shared a knowing smile, both understanding the unique pressures of being with men whose lives revolved around Formula 1. The constant travel, the media scrutiny, the highs and lows of racing—it was a lot to navigate, but moments like these made it worth it.

The conversation drifted to lighter topics—fashion, music, their favorite places in Monaco. Gianna felt herself relax more and more as the evening went on, the wine and the soothing jazz music washing away the stresses of the past weeks.

"I'm glad we did this," Alexandra said after a while, leaning back in her chair with a content sigh. "It's nice to just sit and talk without any interruptions."

"Agreed," Gianna said with a smile. "We should make this a regular thing. Our little escape from reality."

"Deal," Alexandra said, raising her glass. "To escape."

"To escape," Gianna echoed, clinking her glass against Alexandra's.

As the night wore on, the jazz band began to play a slower, more melodic tune, and the atmosphere in the bar became even more intimate. Gianna glanced at her phone, noticing a text from Lando asking if she was still out. She smiled to herself, already looking forward to telling him about the evening when she got home.

For now, though, she let herself sink into the comfort of the moment, grateful for the quiet companionship and the chance to just be.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the living room as Gianna leaned back into the couch, her laptop perched on her lap. She scrolled through countless vacation options, occasionally pausing to show Lando the screen. He sat beside her, arm draped lazily along the back of the couch, looking relaxed but clearly invested in the decision.

"Okay," Gianna said, tapping the screen, "listen to this: a villa in Tuscany, surrounded by vineyards, complete with a pool and an on-site chef." She glanced at him, her eyebrows raised expectantly. "Thoughts?"

Lando hummed, tilting his head. "That sounds nice... but have you seen this?" He grabbed his phone and showed her a picture of a secluded beachfront villa in Greece. The turquoise water seemed to sparkle even on the screen. "Santorini. Private pool. Sunrise views over the sea every morning."

Gianna sighed, tilting her head thoughtfully. "Italy is so romantic, though. Wine tastings, sunsets, pasta... lots of pasta."

"And Greece has beaches," Lando countered. "Also, it's hot. And I could go for some sun after all these months of racing in and out of the rain."

On the other side of the couch, Max and Pietra were engaged in their own debate, glancing between Gianna's screen and Lando's phone.

"Tuscany is a dream," Pietra chimed in, looking at the villa Gianna had found. "Imagine the photos we could take there. Rolling hills, old stone buildings... romantic dinners under the stars."

Max leaned back, arms crossed, clearly more partial to Lando's suggestion. "Yeah, but a Greek villa with a beach just steps away? That's unbeatable. Plus, fewer mosquitos."

"Mosquitos?" Pietra repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"It's a valid concern," Max said, shrugging.

Gianna laughed, the sound breaking the playful tension. She leaned her head back against Lando's shoulder, still staring at the screen. "This is impossible. They're both so good."

"Okay, let's think about it this way," Lando said, sitting up slightly. "What kind of vibe do we want for the trip? Relaxing by the beach, swimming, and sunsets in Greece? Or countryside, wine, and pasta overload in Italy?"

Pietra turned to Gianna, resting her chin in her hand. "What's your gut telling you?"

Gianna paused, her fingers tapping lightly on the edge of her laptop. "I feel like we've been doing a lot of rushing around lately. Greece sounds... peaceful."

Lando grinned, nudging her gently. "That's what I'm saying."

"But," Gianna added quickly, glancing at Pietra, "I would love Tuscany too. It just depends on what we're all in the mood for."

Max clapped his hands together, as though finalizing the decision. "Greece it is, then. Beaches, sun, and no mosquitos."

Lando shot him a look. "That wasn't a vote, Max."

Pietra leaned forward, pulling the laptop toward her. "Okay, what if we look at both for a few more minutes and see which feels right? No rush. We've got time to figure it out."

Gianna glanced at Lando and Max, both of whom seemed ready to push their preferences again, and she laughed softly. "You know, wherever we end up, it'll be fun. The company is what matters, right?"

Lando smiled at her, his fingers brushing lightly against hers. "Exactly. But for the record, Greece is winning."

"We'll see," Gianna said with a smirk, scrolling back to another Italian villa listing.

Lando leaned closer to Gianna, pointing at the screen with a triumphant look. "Alright, hear me out, darling. Why don't we do both? Two weeks in Greece, soaking up the sun, swimming in crystal-clear water, and doing nothing but relaxing. Then, one week in Tuscany to eat all the pasta, drink all the wine, and live our best countryside lives."

Gianna turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Two destinations? That's ambitious."

Max chimed in from his spot on the couch. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. We've got three weeks off. Might as well make the most of it."

Pietra perked up, already envisioning the trip. "Oh, I love that! Start with Greece, end with Tuscany. That way, we'll still get the chill beach vibes and the romantic countryside dinners."

Gianna tilted her head, pretending to think hard about it. "Hmm. Are you just trying to get your way, Lando?"

Lando grinned, leaning back and spreading his arms dramatically. "Always. But this time, it benefits everyone, so really, I'm just a genius."

Gianna laughed, rolling her eyes but not disagreeing. "Okay, fine. Both it is. But I'm holding you to those romantic countryside dinners."

"Done," Lando said with a wink.

Pietra pulled out her phone, starting to search for villas in both destinations. "I'll look up some places for Tuscany, and you two can handle Greece."

Max crossed his arms, smirking. "By 'handle Greece,' you mean Lando will spend ten minutes on it and then hand it off to Gianna to finish, right?"

"Exactly," Pietra replied with a laugh.

Lando didn't deny it, instead nudging Gianna lightly. "What can I say? I delegate."

Gianna shook her head but smiled as she turned back to her laptop. "Alright, let's make this happen. Greece and Tuscany, here we come."

As they continued planning, the excitement in the room grew. Villas were bookmarked, itineraries loosely discussed, and the group couldn't help but daydream about their upcoming escape.

Lando leaned closer to Gianna at one point, his voice low so only she could hear. "See? Told you we'd figure it out."

Gianna glanced at him, her smile softening. "You always seem to have a way of doing that."

"Especially when it involves you," he said casually, his fingers brushing hers as he reached for her laptop.

Her cheeks warmed, but she stayed focused on the screen. "Keep sweet-talking, Norris. It might just work."

"Oh, it will," he replied with a smirk.

The group stayed in their cozy planning bubble well into the evening, their excitement palpable as they mapped out the perfect summer holiday.

#AUTHORSNOTE

If anyone has some suggestions for plots, write them down, bc I think the biggest plot has come and I feel like I have to round up this story?

Let me know

Thanks for reading and don't be a silent reader, I love to read your thoughts.

J