Guess Again

Arthur Leclerc arrived in Las Vegas Tuesday evening, with his mother and brother, and he was curious to explore. That night, he attended a gala with some of his Monaco friends, who were there because of an American investor. He found himself in a boring conversation, his friends were at the bar.

Arthur looked over and saw a beautiful woman with thick brown hair and laughing hazel eyes. She was talking rapidly and with her hands. He walked over to talk to her as he noticed the conversation shift.

"Hello," Arthur said, smiling with his usual charm. The woman looked at him, somewhat sharply, her eyes observing him.

"Arthur Leclerc, right?" She asked, a smile touching the corners of her mouth.

"That's me, and you are?" Arthur asked, grinning. The woman pretended to be offended.

"I can't believe you don't know me," she said, "so I'll keep it a secret."

Arthur smirked.

"You're a mystery woman," Arthur said, "I don't come across those very often."

"I'm sure everyone gives in easily to your charm," the woman replied, raising an eyebrow. She had read him plainly.

"Ah," Arthur said, laughing to hide his discomfort and changing the subject, "are you here for the Grand Prix?"

"No, I'm here for business," the woman replied, gently pushing back her curls, "but I will most likely attend the grand prix."

"That's good, I hope you're rooting for Ferrari or we can't be friends anymore," Arthur replied.

"I was not aware this was a friendship," the woman replied, gesturing to the space between them, "and everyone is a Ferrari fan, so that's not fair."

"So we're not friends," Arthur clarified, "but you are rooting for Ferrari."

"Sure," the woman replied. Arthur could see she was getting a little fed up with him, but then there was a little commotion at the front of the room, so they turned to look.

Bianca Schumacher had just appeared in a glittering silver dress, with big diamond earrings in her ears. The dress revealed much, and it didn't compliment her features.

"What is she doing here?" Arthur asked himself, his voice full of disgust.

"I hope you'll forgive me," the woman next to him asked, "but who is that?"

"That's Bianca Schumacher," Arthur whispered back, "she's horrendous, but everyone acts like she's not because she's Mick Schumacher's daughter."

"Parental lineage does not forgive bad behavior," the woman said matter-of-factly.

"Very true," Arthur replied, "look away, she's headed over here."

Bianca Schumacher sauntered up to Arthur, and looked him up and down. When she looked at the other woman, a look of visible disgust passed over her features.

"You know," Bianca said, twirling a lock of hair around her finger, "I'm here to watch my boyfriend win his second World Championship."

"You got back with Max?" Arthur asked, giving her a disbelieving look. He sensed the other woman next to him tense up.

"Of course I did!" Bianca exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "He practically begged me to take him back, it was so pitiful. But he's Max Verstappen and I couldn't say no."

"Somehow I doubt that," Arthur said under his breath, but Bianca didn't hear, as she started walking towards another group of people. Arthur turned to the other woman, but she was gone. He looked around, worried.