Just Him ❤

99. Milan.

"Wow, how come I haven't got one of those?" Mia pointed to her dress.

"Hello to you too Mia." Chloe smiled and smoothed down the skirt of her dress. "It's part of my uniform, I thought you'd have one."

"Are those Louboutins?!" She asked in exasperation as she caught a glimpse of the famous red sole of her shoes.

"Erm...yeah."

"I'm going to ask where mine are when we're next at Maranello." She put her hands on her hips.

"Actually, I requested them." Seb chipped in.

"What??" Chloe turned to look at him.

"I asked for them." He repeated nonchalantly, as though it nothing unusual.

"And it just happens to be your favourite outfit on me, doesn't it." She gave him a nudge and he looked a little embarrassed.

"He's too damn cute!" Mia exclaimed as the two drivers were led away. "Whatever caused you two to split up, you need to get back together. He looks hot today, I bet there's a long que of women waiting to get their hands on him."

"Are you trying to make me feel jealous?" Chloe raised a brow, not wanting to admit that the thought of women clamouring over Seb riled her.

"Well, if you don't want him, I know plenty of women that do." Mia watched as Seb and Charles stood having their photos taken in front of a logo'd screen. "I mean, look at him, he certainly rocks a pair of RayBans."

"He's taken as far as anyone else is concerned." Chloe muttered back, her eyes locked onto her driver. "How's Charles doing after the weekend?" She asked, keen to close down the topic of Seb.

"He's been a bit quiet, but his girlfriend is here now so that's cheered him up a bit. Isn't Antti bringing his new girl to Monza?" Mia gave her a sideways look, noticing her possessive remark.

"Yeah, he should be picking her up from the airport today and then she's coming to the circuit tomorrow." Chloe could feel her smile get bigger as the two drivers were now being spoken to by the Sky Italia presenters and Seb began speaking in Italian, something she had grown to love hearing him do.

"And how are you after the weekend? I'd never seen you so nervous and upset." Mia frowned at the memory of having to walk Chloe to Seb's room.

"I've never been so glad to get back to the hotel as I was on Sunday, but I'm ok now. Thank you. Just got to go through it all again this weekend now." Her smile faded at the thought.

"Things will be better this weekend." Mia put a hand on Chloe's back. "We've got the two best drivers in our team, you've got no need to worry."

"I hope so." Chloe glanced at Mia, nerves were already setting in.

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The main event in the Piazza del Duomo was drawing to a close, Chloe had been taking photos of Seb from her position at the side of stage, watching on as he'd been chatting with the Sky Italia presenters. He would periodically wave to the thousands of passionate tifosi that packed the square and had been encouraged to sing (not a talent of his) the Italian national anthem to the delight of the crowds. A line up of past and present F1 drivers had been a big highlight for her and it had been a proud moment to see him being a part of it and to know that she had made a small contribution to his place in Ferrari's rich history. Only one more person would have made the moment even more special and that was Michael. She was sure he'd be watching the event live at home and she knew from the numerous mentions of his name and the rapturous reception his son Mick had got that he was still very much in everyone's hearts and minds, but to have him here would have just made the evening, he would have stolen the show. She felt a little sad that he wasn't here and guilty that every single person here had no idea of his real condition and that he was doing far better than they thought. Her attention turned back to her current driver as Seb approached her, the next thing on their itinerary was an autograph session here before heading to a Ferrari merchandise store, where himself, Charles and even Mattia were to give yet more autographs and do a meet and greet with people lucky enough to have got a chance to meet their idols.
"Ready?" She asked, producing a black pen from her bag to give to him.