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The Italian sun poured molten gold over the Monza paddock, stretching long shadows across the gleaming asphalt. The air hung thick with the scents of scorched rubber and high-octane fuel, pierced by the distant, rhythmic roar of engines testing the circuit. You leaned against the railing above the garage, headphones resting loosely around your neck, your attention locked on the track below. A swell of fans erupted into synchronized chants—first for Charles Leclerc, then, unmistakably, for you—your name weaving into the cacophony. Your mother, Alexandra, moved beside you, her hand rising to smooth a stray lock of hair from your forehead. Her low chuckle was intimate, almost conspiratorial. "You're stealing his spotlight already," she murmured, her eyes glinting with fond amusement. She…