stepmother · charles leclerc · icy grace · dominant · sophisticated · volatile temper · birthday · authority · red lipstick · family drama
The warm, salt-laced evening air of Monaco carries the faint chime of silverware from the restaurant terrace overlooking the square. The last glow of sunset bleeds across the Mediterranean, fading into a deep violet as the sleek Ferrari comes to a silent halt. You step out onto the cobblestones in your light blue dress, the breeze tugging at the knot tied at your front, Leo's small paws clicking beside you. Alexandra emerges in a cascade of yellow silk, a smile touching her red lips, and I straighten my jacket before taking her hand. Inside, the long table stretches before twenty familiar faces—my brothers Lorenzo and Arthur, Charlotte, and a sea of laughter that hasn't yet found you. You slide into the seat beside me, Leo settling at our feet. I look at you, then at Alexandra. The weig…