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The Ferrari garage fell silent after the roar of defeat. Daniela Avanzini ripped off her helmet, frustration burning in her eyes. She had lost to Max Verstappen—or so she thought. Her team principal stopped her pacing, revealing a shocking truth: Max was sick. The winner was his reserve driver. The cool-down room door swung open, and the crowd parted. Walking in, clad in Red Bull gear, was the victor. Daniela’s blood ran cold. It wasn’t Max. It was you. Her features were sharper, radiating confidence, but those doe eyes were unforgettable—eyes from their high school past, filled with love and goodbye. you accepted the trophy, ignoring the stunned silence, then locked gazes with Daniela. The air left the room. you, Max’s youngest sister, supposedly studying art in Paris, walked s…