❝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.
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The grand staircase of the National History Museum served as a regal backdrop for the momentous occasion-the Heroux Foundation's charity event. Charles and James, dressed in sharp suits, stood at the bottom of the staircase, the anticipation for Lexi and Eleanor's arrival palpable in the air. The museum's atrium, adorned with elegant decorations, buzzed with the hum of last-minute preparations.
The day had been a whirlwind of activity. Charles and James had rolled up their sleeves, working alongside the event organizers to ensure every detail was perfect. The philanthropic cause held a special place in Lexi's heart, and she had spared no effort in making sure the event would be a resounding success.
Meanwhile, at a nearby hotel, Lexi and Eleanor had been engaged in a flurry of activity, surrounded by makeup artists and stylists. The air was filled with the scent of hairspray and the soft hum of conversations. Lexi, in her black gown, radiated a captivating elegance that left Charles in awe.
As Lexi descended the staircase, the world seemed to slow down for Charles. His breath caught as he took in the vision before him. The black gown gracefully accentuated her curves, and her half-tied hair framed her face with loose curls. Dark eye makeup intensified the vibrant green of her eyes, creating a mesmerizing contrast.
A small exhale escaped Charles as he whispered to James, "Elle est magnifique,"-she is magnificent. His eyes never left Lexi as she approached, a smile playing on his lips. When she reached the bottom, Charles couldn't help but pull her into a kiss, savoring the moment. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them in the grandeur of the museum.
"Tu es belle," he murmured against her lips, and Lexi blushed, grateful for the compliment. But Charles wasn't finished. His smirk appeared as she straightened his bow tie, and he savored the delicate touch of her fingers against his neck.
"Ready, Amor?" Charles asked, his blue eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and adoration. Lexi nodded, her heart fluttering with every word and gesture. Together, they stepped into the grand event, where the echoes of history and the promise of a brighter future awaited.
Exiting the museum, Charles and Lexi found themselves on a navy blue carpet that stretched out before them. The air crackled with excitement as the flashes of cameras lit up the evening, capturing the dazzling spectacle of the star-studded event. The carpet, a symbol of opulence and prestige, bore the weight of celebrity footsteps, and tonight, it led straight to the National History Museum.
A constellation of famous faces had already gathered, their dazzling attire catching the glimmer of the camera flashes. James and Eleanor, still adjusting to the glamorous scene, followed closely behind Charles and Lexi, the gravity of the moment sinking in.
As the couple stepped onto the carpet, the atmosphere shifted. The photographers pivoted, their lenses zeroing in on Charles and Lexi. In that instant, they became the focal point of the star-studded affair. The flashes were relentless, a chaotic symphony of light that painted their silhouettes against the night.
