❝They hate each other.❞
❝No, they don't. Not really.❞
In the high-stakes world of Formula 1 racing, Aurora Prince faces her toughest challenge yet as she makes her debut with Porsche during the 2025 season. Haunted by grief and fueled by determinati...
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CHAPTER TWO;
Nightmares Are Real
(And They Look Like Charles Leclerc)
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Aurora Prince stood in the heart of the Porsche F1 garage, surrounded by the electrifying energy of anticipation. Media day had arrived at the Sakhir track, marking the eve of testing for the highly awaited 2025 season. The vibrant Bahrain sun painted the paddock in warm hues, casting a golden glow over the sleek machinery and bustling personnel.
Aurora, clad in her team gear, exuded a mix of excitement and focused determination. Beside her stood Stevie, her seasoned race engineer, a man who had become both a mentor and a trusted ally to the rookie driver.
The duo stared at the masterpiece before them—the Porsche F1 car. Its chassis, adorned in a striking combination of black and gold, gleamed under the bright lights of the garage. The car, a symbol of cutting-edge technology and engineering prowess, seemed to pulsate with untapped potential.
"This is it, Stevie," Aurora said, her eyes fixed on the meticulously designed machine. "We did it."
Stevie grinned, sharing in Aurora's enthusiasm. "We made it, Rory. You're officially a Formula One driver."
As the media bustled around the garage, cameras flashing and reporters eagerly seeking the next big story, Aurora couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. She had come a long way from her humble beginnings in karting, and now she was about to embark on a new chapter in her racing career with Porsche.
Aurora kept gaze fixed on the Porsche F1 car before her, but her mind elsewhere. Emotions churned within her, a mix of excitement, pride, and a tinge of melancholy. This was the moment she had dreamed of her entire life, yet it was bittersweet.
She couldn't shake the feeling that she was here in Ezra's place. The seat she now occupied, the car she now stared at—it all belonged to him once. He was the one who had earned it, who had worked tirelessly for it. And now, she was here, filling the void he had left behind.
Beside her, Stevie sensed her turmoil. He had been with her through it all, seen the highs and lows of her journey, understood the weight of this moment. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, wordlessly offering his support.
"Aurora," Stevie said softly, breaking the silence, "I know this isn't easy for you. But you deserve to be here. You've earned this opportunity, every bit of it."
Aurora nodded, grateful for Stevie's words, yet unable to shake the guilt that gnawed at her. She knew she had worked hard, had proven herself on the track, but she couldn't escape the feeling that she was somehow betraying Ezra by taking his place.
