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Juliette sighed, as she stood in front of Charles's changing room, in the Ferrari garage.

She knocked on the door. Charles yelled. "Come in!"

Juliette peeped her head through the doorway, before fully entering.

Charles's eyes widened ever so lightly. Juliette crossed her arms over her chest, raising a brow. "Daniel said you wanted to talk, so talk."

Charles stuttered a bit, before speaking. "A-Alright. Um, I'm so sorry about the other night, I know I was a dick head-"

"At least you're self aware." Juliette commented, Charles sent her a pointed look, before Juliette allowed him to continue further.

He cleared his throat. His eyes meeting her fawn like ones.

"I never really trusted footballers. So seeing one with you just made me feel weird, I don't wanna see you get hurt."

A pang wavered through Juliette's heart, she felt a little guilty. But refused to show it, she hummed in response.

Charles sighed. "Antoine seemed nice, though. I'm sorry that I assumed right away."

"He is. And you should be sorry."Juliette nodded, pursing her lips, before giving him the benefit of the doubt. "I guess i'll started acknowledging your existence."

"You couldn't ignore me, even if you tried to." Charles attempted to tease. Juliette scoffed. "Yeah? Watch me." Juliette was then about to walk out of the room, before Charles grabbed onto her wrist, knowing that she could prove her point.

Charles's eyes widened. "N-No! I was joking. It was just a joke!"

Juliette snickered. "I figured."

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If you told Juliette five years ago, that she would be racing for Ferrari, she would've laughed in your face.

But seriously, she was still inherently processing that she was in Formula One. It had now hit her even more suddenly, after Mattia had told her that she would be filming for F1's Netflix show, Drive to Survive.

They wanted to introduce her into the show, and in special sort of way, especially since she was Jules Bianchi's sister and a woman joining F1.

The interviewer sat in a chair beside the camera, a warm smile on her face.

Juliette felt comfortable, even with the blinding lights that shone into her face.

"Ready?" The cameraman asked, to the interviewer, who nodded.

The cameraman started recording, the interviewer started off smoothly.

"I know this is basic and you've been asked this many times, but how does it feel finally being in Formula One?"

Juliette laughed, her pearly whites gleamed. "Honestly, It feels so surreal. Like all my work's paid off."

The interviewer grinned. "What got you into driving?"

Juliette smiled fondly, her mind tunneling back to older memories. "Honestly, I grew up around it. I constantly went to races, and my interest peaked."

"Whose races would you watch?" The Interviewer asked.

That's when it all clicked. Juliette knew what the interviewers intentions were. She was interested in Jules.

Juliette hadn't really spoken about him in such depth, in a long time really. But she knew that the interviewer would probably ask her more about Jules.

Juliette's face faltered ever so lightly. "Um, My brother, Jules."

The interviewer nodded. "It's incredible to watch you, the next generation of the Bianchi family step into F1. Especially since you're following your brother's steps exactly."

The interviewer continued. "How do you feel? Racing with your brother's number, and team?"

Juliette gulped. "It feels good. I want to make him proud- Though, there's a sort of weight in my shoulders. Everyone expects me to be exactly like him. But I don't think that I ever will be, because he was an absolute luminary to F1."

The interviewer rose her brow. "You're doing exceptionally well so far, though. What makes you think that?"

Juliette shrugged. "I think that it's what people say about me, that makes me think that way."

"What do they say?"

"That I don't deserve this seat. That Jules should be in my seat instead of me."

Juliette sighed. "I don't disagree. At all, Jules should be here. I should be able to race along side him."

"But I guess fate thought otherwise."

The interviewer nodded, switching topics. "On a lighter note, your teammate; Charles Leclerc ,
has said that he's pleased that you have this seat, that he's glad that he's able to race beside you."

A small smile formed on Juli's face. Masking over the sorrow that she felt. "Ah yes, I'm not surprised. We've been racing alongside each-other since we were practically babies"

The interviewer laughed. "Yes. It's quite perfect that you're debuting your rookie season alongside such a close teammate."

The interviewer kept asking questions, as Juliette would answer it with ease.

But, all Juliette could feel during the interview, was her healed over wounds, slowly re-open. Talking about Jules would always take a toll on her.

Yes, Juliette was a person who often talked about her feelings. Though, talking about Jules was an absolute No-no.

In this case, Juliette basically had no choice. Even though it was a brief talk about him, it still made her yearn for him.

Juliette went to her home an absolute mess, her teary eyes glanced across her house, before locking the door behind her, she dropped her bag on the couch. She came back to Monaco a few days ago, and was glad that she was at least in the comfort of her home, after that disastrous interview.

What she didn't realize, was that Charles was in the kitchen. He had let himself in the house, with a spare key. Wanting to make dinner for the two.

Charles walked into the living room, rambling. "Hey! Try this sauce, I tried a new recipe-"

Charles tilted his head in curiosity. "Are you sick?"

Juliette quickly wiped her tear stained cheeks. "What?"

"Your eyes are red." Charles spoke, concern wavering over his features.

Juliette shook her head, grabbing her phone from beside her, to avoid eye contact with the boy in front of her.

"You're crying." Charles frowned, realization hit him. Though Juliette didn't cry a lot, he knew how it looked like.

She was a beautiful crier, a fallen angel you could say. Her doe eyes welled up in tears, as a small sob fell from her lips.

Charles immediately moved next to her, as she tucked her head into her hands. "I miss him." She barely spoke out, as small sniffles wavered through her nose.

Charles frowned once more. He knew that she didn't like to talk about Jules, so he wondered why it hit her all so suddenly now.

Charles rubbed her back, before he grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him.

"We all do. You're not alone. You deserve to talk about what you feel."

Juliette shook her head. "It's stupid. I know it happened years ago-"

Charles furrowed his brows. "It shouldn't matter that he passed years ago, you still miss him, and your feelings are completely valid."

Juliette sighed, as Charles wiped the tears off her face, her rosy cheeks evident, as tears lingered on top of it.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Charles asked. Juliette sighed. "I just wanna take a nap."

Charles nodded, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, before letting her head rest on his shoulder.

He quietly scrolled on his phone, patiently waiting for her to fall asleep, which she did.