Sunday

Luciana's point of view

'Yeah, I'll be fine. Get out now, I need to race', Maeve smiles.

'Be careful alright, we love you', I kiss her helmet.

'Bye Maevey, good luck', Sienna taps her helmet.

We walk out of the garage, moving towards our favorite space on the tribune.

'We still have 10 minutes, do you mind walking with me to the fan shop?', Sienna stops in front of the tribune.

'Sure, yea'.

We turn around and walk towards the fan shop, Sienna talks to the owner and he grabs something from under the desk.

She hands him some money

'Priorities?', I ask her.

She takes off her shirt. Dw, she's wearing a singlet underneath it.

'I have to support the hubby now', she smiles as she grabs the Mclaren t-shirt and puts it on.

'I get it, that's why I wear number 16'.

'Although that is different, because my Ferrari shirt had my brother's name on it', Sienna laughs.

'Touché'.

Maeve's point of view

Lap 1

The fans quiet down as the famous red lights flash above the grid.

Me, Max, Logan.

Me, Max

Me.

I hold my breath for the start of the race, my heart beats together with the lights.

The moment they change I push my throttle and the cars take off behind me.

Silverstone is beautiful, it's perfect for me.

I keep my lead around the first corner, Max not far behind.

In my mirror I notice debris, the sound of clanging metal fills my ears.

Charles is out.

Poor Leclerc.

RADIO: That is Leclerc, I repeat, Leclerc. Yellow flag, Maeve.

MAE: Will it be a safety car?

RADIO: Probably not, they'll get him out of there really quick.

Dammit.

Lap 8

My favorite smell on earth meets my nose, well... second favorite smell. First would be the smell of Red Velvet. this is burning rubber.

Max fights for the lead, but I won't let him gain the position

I remain defensive of my position.

At one of the sharp turns Max tries to overtake me and succeeds but he does it so sloppily that my front wing touches his.

MAE: Check front wing damage, now Owen.

RADIO: Slight damage, no big deal. Max has a lot, probably needs a new one.

MAE: Karma.

Lap 16

The Grand Prix is in full swing.

My heart still pounding, but driving gives me a sense of calmness.

I need to win this, I need to become World Champion.

'Maeve Vettel took over Sergio Perez' seat and is officially a world champion.'

It is my time to shine

RADIO: Maeve, stay focused, pitting in 4 laps okay?

MAE: Got it, I'm ready.

RADIO: Remember our strategy. You know what it is right?

MAE: Plan Z.

RADIO: 'Zon't let him win'

MAE: I won't, Owen.

Lap 20

I drive into the pitlane, with a 10 second gap between Max and I.

It isn't enough to stay P1 but it might be enough to stay P3.

My pitstop is fast, really fast.

I drive out of the pitlane.

RADIO: That was a brilliant pitstop, 1.8 seconds

MAE: Good job, team. I appreciate it.

RADIO: Your position is P2. Logan with 1.2 seconds behind. Good luck

Lap 25

RADIO: You're doing great, Maeve. Max is 0.5 seconds in front. Keep pushing

I found my rhythm, Silverstone is fast and the flowing corners suit my driving style perfectly.

I push my car in front of his, gaining an advantage because of the slipstream.

P1.

RADIO: Beautifully done, Maeve.  Keep going.

MAE: Owen, have I told you yet that you are amazing at your job?

RADIO: No, not yet. Thank you, Vettel. Let's win this race.

Lap 34

I have extended my lead slightly, but Max is always in my mirrors, a constant reminder for the competition. The competition for which I keep driving.

RADIO: Max is closing in, 1.5 seconds behind. Manage your tires and say focused.

MAE: Understood, I'm on it. Owen

RADIO: Logan is behind Max, he's keeping the other cars behind him. You only worry about Max, sunshine.

MAE: Thank you Owen. Thank you.

Lap 47

The laps are ticking down, the pressure is mounting.

I can feel his presence.

Lately I can feel his presence everywhere.

His touch

His voice

Focus, Maeve.

His car is growing larger in my mirror.

Every turn and every braking point has to be perfect

RADIO: Five laps to go, Maeve. Max is within DRS range. Stay calm and defend if needed..

MAE: I must handle this, I can handle this, Owen. I won't let him through.

RADIO: I believe in you, Maeve

Lap 51/52

The final laps are intense, Max is pushing hard but I'm keeping my ground. I take corners with precision, my driving is a fucking masterclass in defense. The crowd cheers for me and only me. The tension can be cut with a knife

RADIO: Final lap, Maeve. Just one more, keep it clean.

I take a deep breath and focus. I navigate the final lap flawlessly. I hold off Max's relentless pressure.

As I approached the last few corners I know I have it, I fucking have it.

I cross the finish line first, my fist pumping in triumph.

RADIO: MAEVE YOU DID IT! YOU WON THE BRITISH GRAND PRIX!

MAE: Yes! My fucking god! We fucking did it Owen! We won! Thank you!

This joy is overwhelming.

Max crosses the line in second, pulling alongside me and giving me a thumbs-up.

Despite fierce competition, there is respect and even a friendship between us.

Sienna's point of view

Maeve stands on the top step of the podium, the German national anthem playing as she holds her trophy high. A moment of triumph.

She needed this.

Even though neither mine nor Luciana's boyfriend is on there.

Our best friend is.

We couldn't be more proud.

She runs towards us and sprays us in champagne, including her teammate.

And ofcourse Max.

Oh and Logan. His first podium, it's really great for him.

He did deserve this.

But so did she.

Max's point of view

Maeve runs towards Owen in the garage and she hugs him tightly.

'Thank you, Owen. Thank you for believing in me. Another win for us', she smiles.

'You drove like a champ, Maeve. This is just the beginning. I will watch you become World Champion, I know it.'

'I promise you, Owen. If I ever become World Champion, it is you as my race engineer', she promises to him.

If it makes her this happy I'll happily be P2 every race.

This is a great deal for her, knowing she can do it.

She is not Maeve Vettel, Sebastian's daughter.

No she's Redbull driver, Maeve Vettel.

She knows it.

I know it.