LEVI’S POV
On the third day in Melbourne, the car finally made its way into the esteemed paddock for practice sessions. The upcoming race awaited on Sunday, promising three days packed with thrilling racing activities that had the entire team buzzing with excitement. Mechanics busily fine-tuned engines while drivers honed their skills with meticulous precision.
Since that ‘coffee evening’ when I saw Isabella and Franco together, they seemed inseparable. It pained me to witness their closeness, especially after I had intentionally cleared her floor to keep them apart.
Jealousy gnawed at me, fueling a fierce determination to win back her attention—exclusively to myself.
Although, truth be told, I sensed or rather, I knew, Isabella viewed Franco as nothing more than a friend. In theory,
