Chapter 49 - 50
Elodie’s POV~
“Here, take these!”
York shoved the binoculars into my hands before I could protest, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “You have to see her, Elodie! Number 38! The red racing suit! She’s insane, gorgeous and wild and just... perfect!”
I didn’t want to look. I didn’t care about racing, didn’t care about whoever this woman was that had York acting like he’d found religion. But he was staring at me with so much excitement, so much hope that I’d understand, that I couldn’t say no.
I lifted the binoculars to my eyes.
The world zoomed in a blur of colors and movement until I found number 38. Red racing suit, sleek and bold against the track lights.
My breath caught.
Sienna.
CC was Sienna.
Of course it was.
I’d heard rumors that she was good at extreme sports, that she could do basically anything and make it look effortless. But racing? Being this good? Good enough to have an entire crowd chanting her name like she was some kind of goddess?
She stood by her car, pulling off her helmet, and even from this distance I could see why they loved her. The racing suit hugged every curve of her body, tall, confident, the kind of beautiful that didn’t need trying. She moved like she owned the world. Wild and elegant and so completely untouchable.