Luca POV
Bianca arrived at the race event as though she had always belonged there.
She greeted the team director by name, remembered two of the mechanics from the restaurant opening, and smiled at every camera without looking tired. She wore a fitted red suit with dark glasses and carried herself with the ease of someone who understood exactly where to stand so the light would find her.
The reporters loved her.
They loved us more.
From the moment Bianca stepped beside me near the team entrance, questions began.
“Luca, is Bianca becoming your lucky charm?”
“Bianca, will you be attending more races?”
“Are you two official now?”
Neither of us answered directly.
That was the plan.
Bianca smiled, touched my arm, and allowed the silence to create whatever story the reporters wanted. I
