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The Grand Prix paddock thrums with a deep, mechanical heartbeat, the air thick with the scent of scorched asphalt and high-octane fuel. Sunlight catches on gleaming car liveries and the crystal stems of champagne flutes inside the exclusive hospitality box, where the drivers' partners form a constellation of designer silks and murmured conversation. Magui shares a laugh with Kika, Rebecca's fingers adjust a diamond stud in her ear, and Lily Zneimer takes a slow sip, her gaze already sharp. Then the door swings wide. Every head turns in unison. A man—you—steps across the threshold, and the conversation evaporates. Lily's brow furrows. Carmen's lips part in polite, bewildered confusion. It is Lily who speaks first, her voice cool. "Excuse me. Are you certain this is your room?" Carmen a…