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Everyone Loves Her

Oscar adjusted the collar of his team shirt as he walked through the bustling paddock, the hot sun gleaming on the freshly polished cars lined up in the garages. His mind was already halfway into race prep mode, strategies and lap times buzzing in the back of his head. But beside him, walking in heels that probably cost more than his entire wardrobe combined, was his twin sister—Yn.

Yn wasn’t just visiting. No, she was making an entrance.

Oscar had barely announced her arrival before the entire paddock seemed to stop functioning for a moment. Engineers paused mid-briefing. Team members subtly elbowed each other. Cameras that were supposed to be focused on the drivers were now subtly tracking Yn as she gracefully strode through the area in a chic, flowy jumpsuit in a soft champagne tone, hair curled to perfection, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose.

Mark, trailing just behind them, leaned in toward Oscar and muttered under his breath, “Well. This’ll be fun.”

Oscar glanced at him, frowning. “Why do I feel like something bad is about to happen?”

Mark just clapped him on the shoulder sympathetically.

The moment they stepped fully into the McLaren hospitality area, the drivers descended like bees to honey.

“Is that her?” Lando was the first to spot her, nearly choking on his smoothie.

“Yn?” Charles looked up from his phone, eyes going wide. “Oscar’s sister? That Yn?”

“The Vogue one?” Pierre added, already adjusting his shirt and casually tousling his hair.

Oscar blinked, watching the group of grown men suddenly abandon whatever they were doing to make a beeline for them. Yn, of course, noticed immediately.

“Oh no,” he mumbled.

Yn took off her sunglasses slowly, revealing big, sparkling eyes framed by long lashes and perfectly done makeup. She smiled. “Hey boys.”

And that was it. Game over.

Lando nearly tripped over his own feet. “Wow. I mean—hi. Hello. Yn, right? I’ve heard so much about you.”

She tilted her head, pretending to think. “Lando, right? I read about you in that GQ spread last month. Nice suit. Didn’t love the shoes, though.”

Lando flushed pink, half-embarrassed and half-thrilled. “Noted. You can help me pick next time?”

“Oh absolutely not,” Oscar muttered.

Max appeared next, as smooth as ever. “Yn, I’m surprised you didn’t come earlier. Oscar’s been hiding you.”

“Protecting,” Oscar corrected grumpily.

Yn ignored her brother and extended a perfectly manicured hand to Max. “Well, I’ve been very busy. Fashion week in Milan, meetings in Paris, you know the drill.”

“Sounds exhausting,” Max said, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. “But you make it look effortless.”

“Ugh,” Oscar groaned.

Charles was next, stepping up with that soft Monaco-boy charm of his. “Bonjour, Yn. You are even more beautiful than I imagined. Do you speak French?”

“Un peu,” she said, grinning. “But I prefer the way you say my name in that accent.”

Pierre nearly tripped beside him.

Lewis arrived with all the grace of a king. “Darling, you are absolutely glowing,” he said smoothly, pulling her into a gentle hug. “Welcome to the chaos.”

“Oh, finally. A gentleman,” Yn teased, sending the others a smug little look.

“Excuse me?” Carlos said, raising his eyebrows. “I haven’t even had a chance yet.”

He stepped forward, took her hand, and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “You must be the most stylish person here.”

“Obviously,” Yn quipped, winking.

“Yn!” Alex waved, already grinning. “Oscar’s told me literally nothing about you. Which is honestly suspicious, because I feel like we would get along.”

“We might,” Yn replied, giving him a once-over. “You're charming. Dangerous combination.”

George arrived, tall and proper, but clearly flustered. “Hello, Yn. Very pleased to meet you. You look… well, breathtaking.”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” Yn said. “I like your watch. Vintage?”

“Gift from Carmen,” he said, smiling sheepishly.

“A man who wears sentimental accessories. Cute,” she said with a little nod.

And then Fernando, smooth as ever, took both of her hands and kissed each one. “Yn. Welcome to Formula 1. You have completely changed the mood of the entire paddock. For the better.”

Yn laughed, clearly enjoying the attention. “I didn’t realize I’d be this popular.”

Meanwhile, Oscar stood rooted to the spot, mouth half-open. “What is happening.”

Mark handed him a bottle of water like he was a war veteran returning from the front. “They’re all in love with your sister.”

“This is a nightmare,” Oscar said.

“It’s your fault. You never told them she was this stunning,” Mark said, amused.

Just then, Oscar spotted Yuki—Yuki, the man who never flirted with anyone—sitting with Yn on a bench and… feeding her sushi.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Yn beamed as Yuki held out a piece of salmon nigiri with his chopsticks. “Open,” he said, eyes wide and adoring.

“Oh my god,” Oscar muttered, watching as Yn happily accepted the bite, touching Yuki’s hand with a soft smile.

Around them, the rest of the drivers were hovering like adoring fans at a concert. Lewis was leaning in to fix a strand of her hair. Charles and Max were bickering in the background over who spotted her first. Pierre was whispering something that made her laugh, and George was awkwardly trying to get a selfie.

Yn turned to Oscar and said brightly, “I love it here. Can we do this every weekend?”

Oscar opened his mouth to say something—probably a firm “no”—but Lando interrupted him.

“Yn, want to come check out the McLaren motorhome? I’ve got a playlist I think you’ll like.”

Charles jumped in. “But first, Yn, let me show you the new Ferrari livery. I swear it matches your vibe perfectly.”

Lewis added, “You could give us fashion tips for our next campaign shoot.”

Pierre dramatically clutched his heart. “Or just stay here and bless us with your presence.”

“She’s not staying!” Oscar finally burst out. “She’s not your fairy godmother!”

“Actually,” Yn mused, sipping the iced tea someone (probably George) had handed her, “I might be.”

Mark nearly choked laughing.

Yuki popped another sushi roll into her mouth. “I think she should stay.”

Oscar just groaned and dropped his head into his hands. “I should’ve left her in Paris.”

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Introduction

Name: Yn Maddison Piastri

Family: Nicole and Chris Piastri (parents)

Oscar Piastri (Twin brother)

Hattie, Edie and Mae (sisters)

Birthday: 06.04.2001

Job: Author for Vogue

Present time: Yn is currently supporting Oscar at his races after having a long job break

Some basic information:

All, and I really mean all, the driver are in live with her

They always try to flirt with the prettie Aussie girl

Yn is a very sweet and kindhearted person

But also very obvious about how much the drivers love her

Oscar however isn't

So he is very unimpressed when one of the drivers has to urgently talk with his younger sister

Yes, Oscar is older then Yn

But only by 3 minutes

Imagine all the chaos that is going on during the race weekend

After all, the drivers want to impress the beautiful Yn

Oscar can get protective of his sister if necessary

So don't test him

So this is the start of a new series, which means my requests are open for anything. I can't write to start writing for you!

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Piastri! Twin sister Masterlist

●Introduction

Stories

● Everyone Loves Her

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