𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢┃ Charles Leclerc┃

Chapter Twenty Six - The Dinner

The Abanaic Restaurant in the centre of Barcelona was something else entirely. I mean, I know that the Formula 1 lifestyle was lavish, but sheesh...

The restaurant exuded an air of elegance and sophistication that was befitting of its reputation as one of the finest dining establishments in the city. As I stepped through the ornate double doors, I was immediately struck by the opulent decor that greeted me—a tasteful blend of modern luxury and timeless charm.

The interior was bathed in soft, golden light, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors and plush velvet furnishings. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their shimmering lights reflecting off the gleaming surfaces and adding a touch of sparkle to the already glamorous ambiance.

The long table at the center of the room commanded attention, its sleek design and polished wood surface providing the perfect setting for our gathering. As I took my seat in between Charles and Carlos, I couldn't help but admire the attention to detail that had gone into setting the table—a dazzling array of fine china, gleaming silverware, and delicate crystal glassware awaited us, promising an unforgettable dining experience.

Around us, the restaurant buzzed with activity, the murmur of conversation mingling with the soft strains of music that drifted through the air. The aroma of exquisite cuisine wafted from the open kitchen, tantalizing my senses and whetting my appetite for the culinary delights that awaited us.

As I glanced around at my fellow drivers, each one dressed to the nines in their finest attire, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie and excitement coursing through the air. Despite the fierce competition that awaited us on the track, tonight we were united in our shared love of good food, good company, and the thrill of the racing world.

I already knew that this would be a night to remember—a celebration of friendship, success, and the exhilarating world of Formula 1.

"You look beautiful, Ana." Carlos said beside me, leaning closer so that I could hear his voice over the bustling conversation and clinking silverware in the restaurant. "Putting all us men to shame!"

"Thank you, Carlos." I smiled genuinely. "But you underestimate yourself! Look at my two Ferrari boys." I reached into my bag and passed my phone to Fernando, who sat opposite me at the table. "Will you take a photo of us, Fernando?"

Fernando briefly looked at the phone as if it had materialised from the future, but obliged with a smile.

I wrapped each of my arms around the shoulders of Charles and Carlos and grinned for the picture. After the sudden realisation that my future was unaccounted for, I was feeling the need to make and savour as many memories as possible.

"Carlos is right." Charles whispered in my ear. "You look absolutely beautiful. I am so lucky."

I felt my cheeks flush with a roaring heat as Charles placed a hand upon my thigh underneath the table.