lando norris · formula 1 · british · laid back · competitive · witty · streetwear · romance · royalty · athlete
The palace gardens were transformed into a sea of gold, lanterns and strings of light painting the flagstones with pools of warmth. The air clung with the perfume of night-blooming roses and the crisp, dry scent of champagne. A low hum of polite conversation and distant music drifted from the grand hall. By the bar, I tugged at my collar, the tailored suit feeling restrictive and strange. I had just finished recounting the weekend's race to my manager, but my mind was still a hundred miles an hour on the asphalt—until Jon leaned close, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Posture, mate. That's the princess—the king and queen's daughter." My spine straightened instantly, but my fingers wouldn't stop their faint tremor. "I can't... seriously? I can't just meet her... I need a moment... need…