From Deep End to Surface and Everything In Between (Sebastian Vettel FanFic)

Ms Smith

She shook hands with her lawyer, thanking him for his help before she sneaked another side look to Emerson. Then Scar exited the room to meet awaiting Emily sitting on one of the chairs in the corridor. After their shared looks with nonverbal dialogue about how the meeting went, Emily ranted down their to-do list on their way out before Scar interrupted her. 'Since my dear ex-husband doesn't care about public announcements nor his public image too much, I want to have a brief statement we are no longer together, and I would appreciate it if our privacy were respected when we deal with this matter privately. No media requests; it's my life.' Emily protested, but Scar was headstrong with her request. 'I want to move on, not dwell in the past.' Scar murmured sadly and shot a lingering look towards the corridor, partly hoping to see a glimpse of Emerson again before she left the building. 'Since he doesn't seem to care either, why should I? Emily nodded in defeat, and Scar was grateful that Emily chose not to comment on her bitter statement. 'The press release is going out in a moment. Would you like a company today?'

'Thank you, Emily. I would like to be alone, if possible. I'll see you tomorrow.' Scar sighed, feeling drained when she slid into the backseat of a sleek black car, driving her home. Emily flashed a compassionate smile before she closed the door behind Scar, leaving her in loneliness. Hello Ms Smith.

She was grateful when she later opened the door to her new place that she had settled in surprisingly quickly. It was her drama-free zone. She kicked her shoes off, peeled off her coat before she dropped it to the floor along with her other items before she headed to her kitchen, humming a random pop tune stuck in her head. She had bought champagne to celebrate the new chapter in her life. She admired the golden colour of the bubbles when she poured down her favourite poison. She raised the glass to cheer, mumbling to herself. 'Congrats, Ms! May the future be bright!' Sarcastic chuckles filled the air. Then she raised the glass to her lips, savouring the cool liquor.

Whilst she stood in her home, she had never felt so alone in her life. Simply because she had never been alone, not even when she had been in Switzerland as she had had Seb then. She had lived with her parents before she had moved to the dormitory with flatmates and then later with Emerson. She had never lived alone. 'Maybe I'll get a pet now that Emerson is no longer in the picture. He always hated them anyway', Scar mumbled when her gaze circled around the open concept area, shaking her head. Why on earth did she decide to buy a 3-bedroom house when she was all by herself?

She topped up her glass before strolling down the hallway to the master bedroom and in her walk-in closet. She knew which dustbag to find, and she pulled the bag to her bed. She opened the cover, allowing a beautiful wedding dress to flow out, Covering her bedcover with a dream come true dress.

Her fingers danced around the fabric, travelling on the white coloured dress, it's silky material, admiring the details on the fabric, but also whispering sweet nothings and gasps to the dress before pulling it out from the bag fully, embracing its history and statement in her personal story. She stripped down before she gently pulled the wedding dress on her and moved to stand in front of a mirror.

She gasped at her image as she still remembered how it felt to put in on the first time, then on her wedding day like it was yesterday. She reflected on walking to the garden, seeing Emerson at the end, wearing a tuxedo. Their vowes, first dance, speeches, atmosphere... she had never felt so much in love in her life. That feeling had carried her through the most challenging moments in her life, knowing he had been on her side, embracing her and holding her hand when she had needed extra strength. That was all over now, because of a silly mistake by him, by her. All gone. She wasn't married anymore.  She traced the mark on her ring finger for the ring that no longer was there, sighing.

Her fingers traced the edge of the lace, lingering on the waistband and at the beginning of the skirt. She twirled around to emphasise the ballgown and admired how the sun hit the tulle on the skirt. It had been her dream dress, still was when she met her reflection from the mirror, admiring how flattering the colour of the dress was to her skin. Years of practice overcoming difficulties without breaking down to sobs, her eyes glittered in tears when the sadness washed over her. Her eyes were fixed on her gown, sinking in every possible detail as the next step was to sell it. She shouldn't keep it. She couldn't keep it as the dress held on one of the fondest memories. She would have her memories and photos to cling onto if she ever needed comfort.

However, she wasn't in a hurry to let go of the dress just yet. She kept the dress on for a while. She wandered back to the kitchen. She topped her glass again before sitting down on the sofa and staring aimlessly forward. She sipped the champagne whilst her fingers brushed the fabric absently. Her mind was empty. She stirred when the flat started to dim out due to the sunset. With a sigh, she junked the lasts of the liquid in her glass before strolling back to her bedroom. The setting sun lightened the room with golden light when she stopped to admire the dress from the mirror one last time. Then she turned around and took it off. The pity party was over.

When she finally laid the dress back where it belonged, a soft smile appeared on her face when she traced her fingers along with the fabric one more time, trying to memorise the feeling she had had when she had worn the dress and looked into her memory before the zipper of the bag was closed. Her wedding memories and marriage tucked away behind it. She carried the bag back to her walk-in closet, making a note to ask Emily to handle the sale as she would struggle to give it to someone. She hoped the dress would bring the same joy to the new owner as she had done for her on her wedding day. She walked out of the closet with a lingering look towards the bag.

She dropped a text to Emily, asking her to collect her wedding dress and sell it, finishing. 'Please tell the new owner that the seller wishes her all the best on her wedding day and wishes she will experience the same happiness and pure joy as I did on my special day.' She chuckled weakly when she pressed send. She was allowed to be sentimental on occasion, and today was definitely one of those days.

A weak laugh filled the air when she felt wetness on her cheeks. She swiped the silent tears away, not caring if she cried or not. When her phone rang, flashing her manager's name, she was dragged into a present time and forced to focus on events in the future. She pressed to accept and lifted the phone to her ear. 'Hi there. Scarlette speaking.' It was time to take the leap of faith and dive back to the work mode.