"Alexandra-,"
Just as Charles prepared to embark on the climax of the evening, an unwelcome intrusion disrupted the cosmic ballet. The bright flash of a camera announced the arrival of the paparazzi, like a swarm of aggressive fireflies.
The dreamy atmosphere shattered like glass.
Charles, his brow furrowed in frustration, shot a glance at Lexi, who remained blissfully unaware of the plot twist. The paparazzi, sensing a scoop, circled like vultures hungry for a story. The couple, robbed of their intimate bubble in the otherwise empty restaurant, exchanged a resigned look, understanding that their sanctuary had been invaded.
"We should leave," Charles suggested through gritted teeth, his frustration concealed beneath a veneer of composure.
Lexi, puzzled by the sudden shift, nodded in agreement. The intrusion had breached the walls of their sacred haven, and the once harmonious evening now played a discordant note.
As they left the restaurant, Charles stole a moment to touch the ring that was in his pocket, its gleam now eclipsed by the chaos that unfolded. The stars that had witnessed countless love stories seemed to twinkle with a rueful knowingness.
The night, intended for a proposal, dissolved into a sea of flashing lights and unwanted attention. Lexi, oblivious to Charles' grand design, remained a starry-eyed accomplice in a story rewritten by unforeseen circumstances.
"Damn it," Lexi sighed. "I was really fucking excited for that chocolate mousse."
Charles didn't have the heart to tell her what he was thinking.
"Damn it, I was about to ask you to be my wife."
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The sun-drenched Mediterranean horizon greeted Charles and Lexi the next day as they boarded Charles' yacht, the sea promising a canvas for romance away from prying eyes. Charles, still nursing the disappointment from the previous night's interrupted proposal, hoped that the yacht's tranquil embrace would provide the intimacy needed for the pivotal question.
The yacht gently swayed as it sailed away from the bustling Monaco harbor, leaving the city's whispers behind. Charles, clad in casual wear that belied the storm within him, glanced at Lexi, her eyes sparkling with the same carefree spirit he fell in love with.
As the yacht glided across the azure waters, Charles plotted the perfect moment in his mind. Perhaps the ocean breeze would carry his words to her heart, far from the intrusive lenses of the paparazzi.
However, the fates seemed determined to toy with Charles' quest for the ideal proposal. Dark clouds gathered on the horizon, an ominous curtain threatening to overshadow his carefully laid plans. The winds whispered a tale of impending disruption.
Just as the yacht ventured into the open sea, the skies succumbed to tempestuous forces. Thunder roared in the distance, a dramatic symphony setting the stage for an unforeseen twist. The serene waves transformed into turbulent currents, mirroring the turmoil in Charles' heart.
Raindrops, like hesitant messengers, began to fall, turning the yacht's deck into a dance floor of liquid gems. Lexi, her excitement undeterred by the brewing storm, laughed her carefree demeanor a stark contrast to Charles' internal struggle.
Charles, staring at the gray tapestry above, contemplated the cosmic conspiracy that seemed to follow him. He couldn't help but chuckle, the irony not lost on him. "Maybe I'm cursed," he mused to himself, his attempt at humor adding a touch of levity to the situation.
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Homesick | Charles Leclerc
Fanfiction❝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...
