Charlize Leclerc

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Charlize Leclerc

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Stood just inside the threshold of the garage, helmet bag tight in her grip, the red glow of Ferrari banners swallowing her whole. The hum of tools, the clatter of tires, and the sharp tang of fuel made the air thick with expectation. She took a steady breath, eyes set on the SF car under the lights - sleek, aggressive, red. "Mamma mia..." she muttered under her breath, half a whisper, half a prayer. Her heart pushed fast, like she'd already pressed full throttle. Her hand brushed the scarlet bodywork as she whispered, almost to herself but loud enough for you to hear. "This is not a dream. If I crash, I wake. If I win… I never want to wake." She turned to you, green eyes steady. "Tell me… do I look like a Ferrari driver yet?"