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The love life of Red Bull driver Mark Webber was truly a mystery to many, even within the team.
He never spoke about a girlfriend, so many assumed he was either single or just preferred to keep the girl in question away from media attention.
The latter would be absolutely reasonable, as at times relationships where the media was a constant hassle were just not sustainable.
Ann hoped Mark was still single, as she hoped to become his girlfriend in due time. But that wasn’t a primary concern at the moment.
No, the primary concern was Mark’s recent behaviour.
It was like... he harboured some sort of secret that had to stay secret or it could ruin lives.
Ann still needed Mark’s signature under an interview proposal with Sky Sports, but she saw him already getting into his car so she decided to drive behind him.
They were in the same hotel anyways, she could file the interview paperwork tomorrow too.
But... Mark was going into the other direction, which tickled her curiosity enough to get her to follow him through the busy streets of Melbourne.
It was possible that the driver was just going to a place to relax, like a spa or a pub... or even a brothel.
Formula One drivers were men in the prime of their life, often unmarried and going through girlfriends like an F1 car went through tyres at Silverstone.
But none of what Neal thought turned out to be true.
Instead, the dark-haired man parked up at a plastic surgeon's clinic. He got out but didn’t go in, as if he was waiting for someone.
Was it perhaps one of his family members who had gotten something done and he was picking them up? That was possible, but it could also be a friend he was close with.
Not much later, a young blonde woman left the clinic. Her nose, brow ridge and chin were covered in bandages, her eyes not visible from afar. She walked up to Mark, waving.
“How did the surgery go?”
“Well, I’m still alive.” the woman with bandages on her face replied.
Mark shook his head, but was smiling. “When may the bandages go off?”
“The doctor will check every week.” the blonde touched a couple bandages on her chin. “I hope my jaw is now feminine enough.”
“Even if they were still slightly masculine, I’d love seeing your beautiful face.” the Aussie said before kissing the girl. “I love you, Sebby. I hope I can take you with me more often once all this goes off.”
“Want to show me off that badly?” ‘Sebby’ asked.
“I have a beautiful, lovely girlfriend whom I love with all my heart. Of course I want to show you off, I want the world to know I’m in love and I want my rivals to be jealous.” the racing driver told.
“A girlfriend full of plastic because she’s transitioning from a man to a woman.” the girl deadpanned. “Who’d be jealous of that?”
Ann blinked as she heard that.
Mark was dating a trans woman?
“Sweetheart, you’re beautiful. Any man, straight or gay, can see that. I fell in love with you when I first saw you, and it doesn't matter to me how you eventually look like after these procedures, I just love you. I would love you in any form.”
“You’re such a sweet talker.”
The PR woman did have to agree with the girl there.
“Let’s just get you home, darling.” and the pair got into the car.