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Suki - Juliette's PR Manager, chased after the brunette, as she tried to run away from her media duties, a whine leaving her lips. "Suki, No! Please!"

"Juliette, you're gonna get fined if you don't show up!" Suki argued, as Juliette spotted a familiar Frenchman, she ran to him, mouthing a ' Save me ' and his behind his tall figure.

Suki followed her, before she stood right in front of Pierre.

"Gasly." She hummed. "Give me my driver back."

"Why is she running away anyway?" He questioned, a small chuckle leaving his lips. Suki sighed, her black hair dangling over her shoulders.

"She doesn't wanna do an interview. But she's gonna get fined if she doesn't show up!" Suki exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. Juliette fake cried. "Sue me!"

Pierre laughed, before questioning further. "Since when did they fine people for not showing up to solo interviews?"

"That's the thing, it's not a solo interview, it's with Leclerc and the McLaren drivers." Suki responded, her eyes narrowed at the girl hidden behind Pierre, unaware of Juliette and Charles's ongoing argument.

That's when something clicked in Pierre's mind. A ghost of a smirk appeared on Pierre's lips. "I guess you can have her then."

Juliette's eyes widened. "WHAT?! Pierre, you were meant to be on my side." Pierre glanced at the girl, his eyes filled with mischief. "You don't want the press to release stuff about you being a 'lazy driver' don't you?"

Juliette gazed at him in disbelief. "Fucking asshole." She cursed at him. Pierre chuckled at the girl's words. "Actually, scratch that, they'll probably call you an 'aggressive driver' "

Juliette grumbled a string of curses to the frenchman, an obvious face of frustration on her face, completely opposite to Suki's expression of appreciation, that she sent to Pierre, who winked at her, which resulted to Suki's cheeks growing red.

Pierre watched as Suki dragged the Bianchi away, towards the Ferrari garage.

Pierre paused for a second, before mischievously deciding to go and watch how the interview would flow. He was quite intrigued to see what the outcome would be.

Juliette walked into the room, a monotone expression on her face, which was quickly replaced by a brightened one, as her eyes landed on the set up.

It was a kitchen set up. All different sorts of ingredients and tools were placed around a counter, which had two stoves and two ovens in it.

"Oh my god this is making me feel like I'm living in my childhood dream of being in a Master Chef Junior episode." Juliette squealed lightly, Suki rose a brow, a small smile on her lips. "I told you it wasn't that bad."

Juliette rolled her eyes. "You could've told me it was a challenge video instead on an interview, if I knew that initially, then I wouldn't have ran away from you."

"Ran away from who?" A voice was her from behind her, she turned to meet her teammate's vivid green eyes, behind him, a smirking Pierre, who watched the two's interaction.

"Nothing." She stated plainly, her once excited demeanor quickly changed into more of a neutral one.

Charles let out a small scoff, a hum leaving his lips as he walked to his designated place, right next to Juliette. Lando and Carlos then both entered the room, their giddy faces lighting up the area, as they stood in their designated places as well.

The instructions for this challenge video, that would be posted on the Ferrari and McLaren YouTube channels , was that one of them would be blindfolded, one of them would have their mouths taped closed, and two of them would have noise cancelling head phones - with that, they would have to bake a dish, and follow the recipe to it, to its exact detail.

The dish they would have to bake, was brownies.

Easy, right?

Wrong.

It was fifteen minutes into the challenge, and they've already mixed salt with sugar.

Lando and Carlos both wore the noise cancelling headphones, while Charles had his mouth taped closed, and Juliette had her eyes blindfolded.

Absolute chaos erupted throughout the group, as Juliette accidentally poured the butter into the dry ingredients bowl.

Lando screamed into her ear. "You absolute wanker! You poured the butter into the wrong place."

"The ingredients are all gonna be mixed up in the end anyway! Leave me alone." She groaned, as she winced slightly due to how loud the brit was, not acknowledging his volume. Lando obviously couldn't hear her, and neither did Carlos, so only Charles, and a few people in the back reacted with a bit of laughter - even though Charles's was muffled.

Carlos continued to read the instructions in a posh accent. "Now, crack an egg into the wet ingredients bowl."

Juliette nodded, as she reached her hand out, attempting to find the carton of eggs she remembered seeing before she was blindfolded.

"For gods sake, someone help me find the e-"

She felt a hand wrap around her wrist, guiding her hand towards the carton of eggs, and placing her hand on it.

Her breath hitched as the sudden contact startled her.

It was weird, but she could recognize whose hands those were.

And obviously, it was Charles Leclerc's.

She cleared her throat, silently thanking the Monegasque, as Pierre watched the interaction from behind the scenes with eager eyes.

Carlos and Lando were practically in their own world, attempting to figure out how to convert cups to table spoons.

Juliette always struggled with cracking eggs. Yes, she was a great baker, an amazing one even. But it was always Pascale or Jules who would help her crack the eggs.

Her face softened slightly, at the thought of her brother. She shook her head lightly, taking a shaky breath in, which didn't go unnoticed by Charles.

"Can someone crack this for me? I'm not a good at cracking eggs and-"

She felt a pair of hands on hers, their touch was electrifying - too electrifying even. She recognized that it was Charles's hands again.

She took a deep breath, ignoring how sparks bursted through her body wildly, as he gently took the egg away from her.

In the background, she could hear the sound of Carlos and Lando's childish argument about which measurements were correct.

She heard the sound of an egg cracking, a small smile played her lips, which Charles attempted to keep his eyes off.

If cameras weren't on him, he could've stared at her mesmerizing smile for hours.

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As the challenge video came to an end, Juliette had managed to minimize contact with Charles as much as she could.

Though, he wasn't talking a hint.

Whenever she stepped away from the Monegasque, going to stand next to Lando, or Carlos. He would subtly follow her moments later, going into the space next to hers.

It frustrated her, greatly. And once they had completely finished the video, Juliette practically ran out of the room.

She weaved her way through the halls of the Ferrari Hospitality, attempting to find an empty office room where she could sit peacefully in.

And once she finally did, she practically fell into one of the couches that was set onto the left side of the room, a small huff leaving her lips, as she pulled her phone out.

She decided that she should call her mother. Juliette and her mother hadn't talked as much as they both wanted to for the past few weeks.

But it wasn't anyone's fault. Isabelle Santos had many upcoming shows and shoots, especially with new fall collections coming out with many different brands.

Juliette also found herself busy a lot, with her training, races, practices and brand deals too.

This time of year was quite hectic, and the two often struggled to find the time to talk to each other.

And when they did, Juliette cherished the time she had with her mother a lot.

Juliette never really had a close relationship with her father.

Her father, Claude Bianchi, was a very vivid figure in Juliette's childhood. He often came to her races, helped her with fixing her kart, etc.

But once Jules passed, Claude eventually found himself distanced from Juliette, which absolutely strained her heart with disappointment.

Yes, there were times Juliette and Claude would talk, whether it was at family gatherings or big events, but she couldn't remember the last time the two had genuinely sat down alone together and had a conversation.

It saddened her, she knew that, her mother knew that. Everyone knew that.

Jules' birth mother passed away when he was practically a toddler, so Jules growing up with minimal memories of her, really took a toll on him.

So when Isabelle and Claude got married. Jules had finally grasped the concept of having a mother figure, a great one in fact.

Isabelle never let the fact that Jules wasn't her biological son, affect the way he was loved, or treated.

Jules and Isabelle loved each other, in every possible way a mother and son could.

And when Isabelle eventually gave birth to Juliette, it made their bond even stronger.

Eventually, when Juliette got a bit older, they had a complete family built a base of love and safety around each other.

It was the ' picture perfect family ', a boy, a girl, a mother and father. Their bond was the type you would only see in movies, it was the type many torn families dreamed about.

Jules and Juliette never annoyed each other like a typical brother and sister would, they cared and protected each other greatly.

Jules also never took the ' big brother ' role lightly, he would scare boys away from her left and right, on the daily.

And when he passed away, it completely shattered the base Juliette's family had.

Suddenly, the love wasn't as vibrant anymore. Suddenly, Juliette didn't feel the safety that her big brother would constantly surround her with.

Everyone could see how Jules' death effected the Bianchi family.

They never returned to how they were before, and sometimes, Juliette yearned to relive the memories she had, to the point where she would grow nauseous.

It was devastating to think about, Juliette knew that, so she tried her best to not let her mind run back to those heart-wrenching memories.

Juliette sighed, clicking on the FaceTime app, and on her mom's contact.

She chewed on her lip, waiting for her mother to respond - which she did . . . eventually.

"Ola mãe." Juliette spoke with a smile. Isabelle Santos was seemingly sat in her apartment in Paris. "You're in Paris?"

"Yes, amor. I'm so jet - lagged." Isabelle chuckled lightly. Juliette smiled. "That's me every race weekend."

Her mother smiled softly in response, before speaking up. The two continued to converse about work, and silly stories they've come across while at work, before a small silence twisted between the two, nothing heard but small hums leaving the lips of Isabelle, as she sang to a song she apparently heard on social media that had been going viral.

"Um, listen . . . Juliette, I've got some news to tell you. I know it isn't ideal on facetime, but we barely see each other anyway -"

"THERE SHE IS!" The door burst open, Lando fell inside the room, as Juliette jumped back, dropping her phone on the floor. "What the fuck, Lando?!"

Juliette grabbed her phone, realizing that the face-time had ended. Lando started rambling to the brunette, as he grabbed her wrists, and pulled her up and outside the room.

He wanted to do hot laps with her, but Juliette refused. But, then suggested that they should just go back to his hotel room, which he agreed to.

A rope of pessimistic thoughts unraveled in her head, as she chewed on her lip. Her vision spacing out as her overthinking go the best of her.

Her mind was only on one thing, and one thing only

What did her mother want to say to her?