Dear Diary

SECOND

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Rose Ferrari

When I saw the man sitting next to my mother, I immediately recognized him. It was Charles Leclerc, personally. I tried not to stare strikingly, but then I realized that maybe all the people close to Ferrari were assigned to one place in the auditorium. I smiled at the people who passed me and waited for Mom to finally say something to either me or the boy.

-Rose, you know Charles is sitting next to me, --Mom whispered in my ear

-Yeah, and that's why don't even look at him until he finds out who we are, --I said I'll put my black gloves on my hands.

The show started and I enjoyed it until it was over. I tried to survey Leclerc during the show. He wore a black suit with the Ferrari logo. He put on a white Gucci shirt next to it and I have to know it looked very good. I looked at him at times, but when he looked at us I always caught my eye. When the show was over, the lights were turned on and one of the organizers came to us right away.

-Mrs. Ferrari, I hope Rose enjoyed the fashion show,-- the editor said

-How would you have enjoyed it? She's like her father, she loves fashion,-- Mom said. I grabbed my head in anger as the boy got up from his chair and turned to us

-So I sat next to Mrs. Ferrari, --he said politely.--My lady was so familiar from somewhere, I just didn't know where. And what a surprise it was today, Rose ,--he said and left.

Confused, I stared at my mother who was just smiling and I would have dared to admit that she was as incomprehensible as I was. In fact, we didn’t know the boy, but as members of the Ferrari family and the owner of the team, we knew how much of an echo Charles Leclerc had. After all, Leclerc has a really big story. His godfather was Jules, but I never met him in those 10 months. He didn't really mention the boy to me and I didn't ask him anything. I don’t care, and that’s the way it is to this day. After all, I am also a jewelry box, because it happens for every reason and I will serve someone with me one day.

We kind of walked through the huge front door. The crowd was huge and full of all the photographers. The lights were dazzling, I could barely see anything. I clung to my mother’s arm and squeezed my bag vigorously. We started looking through our eyes at our driver, but I only noticed a familiar Ferrari car. Charles planted a model girl in his car and he was also about to leave the place. It was pretty late and when we finally managed to break out of the crowd.

-What do you mean you got a puncture?--Mom said nervously into the phone. --Come for us now, we can’t be ashamed here,-- Mom said, getting desperate. And I kept looking at Charles who was staring at us. After a while, Mom also noticed the boy and her eyes lit up

-Charles Leclerc, if you want a good point with my husband then you could really take us home,-- my mother said in an intolerant voice. Charles looked at the blonde-haired model and then at us

-Hello Mrs Ferrari. If it doesn't bother you to travel back of the car then we can solve everything, --the boy said

-Mom it's very embarrassing that way,-- I said

-Rose, that's not it at all, --Mom said and got in the car.

I made the most embarrassing journey of my life in a black Ferrari from the Gucci gala on my way home. I had never felt this way before, but now I would have rather stuck my head in the sand. Charles and the model had a cute talk about neutral topics until the boy turned into the estate of the huge Villa.

-Thank you Charles for bringing us home, --my mother said

-I was really happy to do it, --the boy said

-No way you wanted to, you just wanted to show your new bitch where your boss lives, --I said a little irritated.

-Rose Ferrari,-- mother shouted at me. I scanned Charlest with my gaze who stood in front of me without batting an eye

-You're not right, Rose, you'll never be right,-- the boy said and got in his car

-You know I can do anything to ruin you, don't you?

-I am fully aware of this fact, but You dare not start with men anyway. After all, your father wouldn't get me out of the team anyway. This is Ferrari ,Rose, no other team,-- so Leclerc spun out of the fountain and left us into the night.

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Dear Diary!

It was a surprise two days later. The hatred that feeds Charles towards my heart will grow stronger. I didn’t want to believe it, but he was there too at today’s fashion show. And if that wasn’t enough, he would have been planted next to my mother. I think every Ferraris person was placed in this department, but when I saw the boy I could have killed the party organizer. How can she do that? By the way, Leclerc perfume has been on my nose ever since and the boy smelled unconsciously good.
But of course, apart from all that, it was a bit awkward for the rest of the evening, as we had to travel home with a blonde slut and of course the aforementioned pilot because the driver was unable to perform his duties. Charles held out his hand as Mom and I got into the back seat of the car. His hands were unconsciously warm and his veins were already well visible from the many workouts. When our fingers touched each other I suddenly looked at the boy and then I caught my eye. No man other than my father had touched me before. My parents haven't let anyone near me since Jules. I’m shattered spiritually and now I’m traveling home late in a semi-alien Ferrari.

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