#blanca sainz wedding

[ehcahache]

Yo los invitados que he visto mejor también, pero como dices, no era muy difícil, aunque hay algún par de vestidos que madre mía, también parecen salidos de un rastro.

Yo creo que el traje es porque son testigos o algo así, porque siempre lleva el mismo traje a las bodas de sus familiares más cercanos. Lo que esta vez parece que los pantalones le van más grandes que de normal.

¡¡Pienso igual que tú!! La parte de arriba horrible, las mangas feísimas y no me gusta nada el borde y los pliegues, parece una camisa no planchada. La cola si que mucho mejor!

El de Ana de mercadillo, entre los colores, el corte, es que está todo mal. No sé quién les aconseja pero deberían cambiar de estilista si tienen o contratar a alguien para la próxima vez.

He leído que el hijo del duque de Alba también es invitado, así que me imagino que Guillermo también será de familia bien. Lo único que por lo menos no es de la legión 💀 Y el abrazo con Carlos se ve más sincero, que debe de ser parecido porque toda esta gente se mueve en ese mundillo, pero como dices, al menos es discreto.

Hay un montón de condes y nobles y gente con títulos por lo que voy viendo. Ahora, acabo de ver cómo va la hermana de Guillermo y bufff... Por lo general veo mucha mezcla de colores innecesaria, no entiendo quién les aconseja ir así de verdad

No tengo ni idea de quién son la mayoría, no voy a mentir, pero la que aparentemente es la hermana de él le sobra un montón ese encaje, aunque el vestido quedaría como uno para graduación más que boda. ¿Las dos de abajo? 💀 El patrón de la de rojo es bonito pero se va todo a la basura cuando eligen esos colores y no los combina realmente con nada para que tenga sentido, parece que va a la playa, nos una boda. La de la izquierda aparentemente es la princesa de Bulgaria o algo así 💀

Siento que van como muy destapadas para ser una boda religiosa en un entorno tan cerrado de mente, pero olé por ellas en ese sentido!

Sin contar a las madres, que van muy bien las dos, creo que la mejor que he visto es esa chiquilla de amarillo y azul marino. Usa colores complementarios y los integra bien en todo el outfit. Creo que es condesa de algo...? Ni idea. ¿Las dos hermanas de la pareja? Pésimo. Creo que yo, que la idea que tengo de moda es buen poca les podría aconsejar mucho mejor.

Lo de los trajes de los hombres Sainz, será eso, que serán testigos o tendrán un código de vestimenta para los familiares.

De Guillermo he leído que es hijo de uno de los millonarios más ricos españoles. Si no es su padre, su abuelo fue director de Mutua Madrileña y tiene premios importantísimos en el mundo de la medicina. No me acuerdo si leí que había estudiado este chico, pero siendo del círculo de donde es, parece el más normalito

[artemispt]

This made me tear up a bit. All the siblings together ❤️ Helping Blanca 🥹

[fictional-character-obsessor]

Carlos Sainz x Supermodel!Reader- Relationship Headcannons

My Carlos is one of my favourites so I had to make this 🥰

Warnings: None (I don’t think, let me know if you find any)

• You and Carlos are Ferrari’s golden couple. You’ve been together several years, since his time at Renault.

• You have a chilli necklace that was a gift from Carlos for your one year anniversary which you almost always wear.

• You speak English and Spanish natively and also Italian so fit right in as a Ferrari WAG along with Charlotte who is like your sister. If Charles and Carlos think they spend a lot of time together then you and Charlotte must be almost chained to each other.

• Alexandra is lovely too, you haven’t known her very long but you both get along well.

• You’re a supermodel with designer and high-street brands like Alaïa, Prada, Paige, Zara and Alexander McQueen but since Carlos began racing for Ferrari, you were signed for Ferrari Style, Puma and Ray Ban so you often are at the same events for work.

• Carlos attends all your Ferrari Style shows. He’s on the front row anyway because he’s a Ferrari driver but he’d still be there if he wasn’t anyway.

• Whenever you want to tease Carlos, you call him Carlitos which makes him blush like mad.

• You are very good at padel, as good as Carlos. Often, you have doubles matches with Charles and Charlotte. It’s either couple vs couple or boys vs girls which is often a challenge of who can tease the other more.

• While being excellent at padel, you are bad at golf.

• In the several years Carlos and you have been a couple, you have gone from being absolutely awful at golf to being poor at it.

• Quite often you simply play golf with Carlos to tease him with the short skirts.

• Rupert and you get on great too, if you’re away for a race and Carlos and him are training you’ll often join Team 55 to get some exercise and also to tease Carlos with Rupert.

• You’re Guzmán’s favourite background character in the DONTBLINK episodes. You think you’re being sneaky but the fans always find you in the background.

• You’re a private couple. Private but not a secret. Everyone on the grid knows you’re a couple.

• You may be a private couple but your phone is full of Carlos Memes from Instagram and Twitter.

• Piñon is Carlos’ and your baby. You love Mati and Oli too but Piñon is your child.

• Carlos, you and Lando are like a child and their parents. It started in McLaren but you’re still close even though Carlos is now at Ferrari

• Your camera roll is 50% Carlos photos and 50% Piñon photos. It’s hard being a dog mum ok.

• You’ve gained a few of your own fans at the races, some who like your style such results in Instagram pages documenting looks you’re seen wearing.

• You have dozens of Carlos/Ferrari bracelets which fans give you.

• You cried with happiness at Silverstone 2022. Carlos deserved the win and you were overjoyed to be able to see him finally achieve it first-hand.

• All the emotions peak in Singapore 2023 when Carlos gains his second win. It’s been such a hard season for both Ferrari boys. Carlos has worked so hard and he can finally reap the reward of his hard work.

• He gazes at you from the top step of the podium as you gaze back up at him with tears of joy in your eyes.

• Charles teases you and Carlos about what goes down in his driver’s room before the races. You both always tell him he’s got no proof. 😉

• The Sainz family love you. Blanca and Ana are like your sisters. Carlos and Reyes are lovely and treat you like one of their daughters. Caco is like your big brother and you both team up to tease poor ‘Carlitos’

• At both Ana and Blanca’s wedding, Carlos’ family members and family friends are asking when you will marry. They point out he’s the last Sainz sibling that isn’t married.

• ‘Sois una pareja preciosa y estáis bien preparados’ his family repeat.

• At both Ana and Blanca’s weddings, both bouquets were given to you by the brides.

• You think you’re too young at the moment to marry. Carlos thinks otherwise.

• ‘I have an engagement ring querida’ he tells you as you slow dance at Blanca’s wedding after-party. ‘I will ask you to marry me soon. All these weddings have made me want to settle down’

• Since the first summer of you and Carlos being a couple, you’ve gone to Mallorca with the Sainzs.

• Lying on a yacht in Mallorca or drinking gazpacho with Carlos’ family has become one of your favourite parts of the summer break.

• You always end up going on a girls trip with Blanca and Ana around Mallorca before returning to show Carlos, Guillermo and Rodrigo what you’ve bought.

• Every year, you go on a night time boat ride with Carlos which is one of the many highlights of the trip.

• You thought that England was your home when Carlos was at Renault and McLaren but now you realise that Italy is your favourite. The food, the people and the weather is everything.

• Carlos’ carbonara is incredible. You’re both foodies so date night often becomes one of you cooking, or going out for a meal to one of your favourite Italian restaurants.

• Carlos and you are everything to each other and neither of you can see your lives without each other.

[37sommz]

Hi ! Can we have headcanon about Carlos and Michaela's relationship ? Thank you so much ♡♡♡

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ironically it took a while for them to speak to each other after michaela's first race in 2019

on michaela's end, she was partially intimidated by the spaniard with a hidden temper and luxurious hair

as for carlos, he just wasn't interested in speaking to the rookie with a constant storm of media, expectation, and scrutiny surrounding her at every waking moment

between awkward nods in the media pen and the weird back-and-forth following and unfollowing on instagram, any hope for true interaction was very limited

those hopes were destroyed altogether after michaela went wide on a turn, taking carlos with her, during the 2021 canadian grand prix

despite carlos immediately jumping out of his car to charge after michaela (and her literally shaking in fear at the sight of him) this was the start of a beautiful friendship

endless talking, somehow never run out of stuff to say

mess mess mess

the two dumb bitches telling each other "exactly"

constantly gossiping about the drama on the grid

can and will tell each other about someone else's business and add a quick little "but who am i to judge" at the end as if it changes the fact that they are absolutely judging

each other's biggest bullies, with love <3

carlos sr and reyes ADORE michaela, she's practically an honorary sainz at this point

very much padel in the spring, yachting in the summer, and pretending not to know each other on race weekends (they cannot maintain their friendship while also being competitors)

so dramatic

soft launched their FRIENDSHIP over the course of two years before hard launching at blanca's wedding

shocked everyone except lando who has always been painfully aware of how much michaela prefers carlos to him

fernando thought they were dating for an uncomfortably long time before michaela publicly shut that rumor down by violently gagging into her microphone (carlos thought that was hilarious)

carlos is unsuccessfully teaching michaela spanish and is somehow shocked she picked up all the ways to cuss him out and not anything else of necessity

once helped her dye her hair the day before qualifying in monaco

needless to say, it was tucked underneath her cap the entire weekend

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[sainzfilm]

congratulations on 200 and 300!! you deserve it and so much more 😆💓✨ may I have a “through my eyes” with the song until I found you by stephen sanchez? tysm 💕

come celebrate with me!

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

a/n: omg….it feels like a long time ago because we’re already at 500 it’s insane but I LOVE YOU ANON you just know which driver i already associate this song with already 🥹

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“Y/N, please,” Carlos begged through the phone, frowning, “You’re my best friend! You have to be my date for Blanca’s wedding.”

“Don’t you ever think about whether I have other commitments or not?” You teased him, “Plus, I don’t have a dress yet!”

He whined as he ran a hand through his hair, “I already know you don’t. You’re on my Google calendar and what about that? Easy! We’ll go shop for a dress tomorrow.”

“Ay, lo estás empujando,” You mumbled through the phone, sighing in defeat, “Fine. You know, I’d do anything for you.” Ay, you’re pushing it.

Carlos hollered through the phone, “Gracias, gracias! I owe you one, Y/N.”

“This feels so awkward,” You mumbled with a smile, walking to the reception with Carlos, “I don’t even know anyone here but your family.”

“That’s fine,” Carlos replied, his hand finding itself around your waist, “Just stick by me and we’ll be fine.”

As the reception went on, people were having a few drinks, dancing to whatever song the DJ puts on for the celebration of love between Blanca and her husband.

Carlos excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the table. You looked up to see Blanca with the biggest smile on her face as she danced with her husband – you could only hope you could have the same.

You couldn’t help but smile when the DJ pressed play on a certain song that makes your heart flutter.

I would never fall in love again, until I found her.

As Carlos came back to the reception with a few of his childhood friends, he paused for a moment upon hearing the song. Why does it feel so familiar despite hearing it for the first time?

He looked around the room, stopping as soon as he laid eyes on you. The light illuminating your face, hair cascading down your shoulders perfectly, a small smile as you probably sang softly to yourself.

I said I would never fall, unless it's you I fall into. I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her, I found you.

Carlos couldn’t help but smile, seeing the way you looked like some soft of godly being that was sent on Earth. Wait – since when has he felt this way?

He pushed past the sea of people on the dance floor, making his way to you and clearing his throat, “Y/N?”

You looked up with a small smile, “Hm?”

“Would you…like to dance with me?” Carlos held his hand out, nerves getting to him for the first time in your friendship, “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“Of course,” You replied, standing up and taking his hand in yours, “It’d be my pleasure.”

Carlos smiled as he guided you through the dance floor, turning you around to place his hands on your waist with you wrapping you arms around his neck.

You whispered, “Nice song, huh?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like this at my wedding,” He chuckled as he looked down at you, “Very…revealing.”

“Revealing?” You tilted your head to the side, “What do you mean?”

Carlos smiled a little, looking down at his feet momentarily before looking in your eyes again, “Just..listen.”

Heaven, when I held you again. How could we ever just be friends? I would rather die than let you go. Juliet to your Romeo. How I heard you say.

As you swayed with Carlos to the song, you paused for a moment before looking up at him as soon as you realized what the lyrics meant.

“I don’t think I can just be friends, Y/N,” Carlos whispered, “I know it took me so long to realize…but I love you. I think I always have.”

Tears forming in your eyes, you laughed softly and punched his shoulder playfully, “I hate you, don’t ruin my make-up, idiot.”

Carlos chuckled as he held your face in his hands, wiping the tears that fell down, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” You breathed out, heart fluttering from the moment, “You can.”

As Carlos leaned in to kiss you, it wouldn’t be a surprise from how the two of you felt like fireworks were going off behind you. It took a while for Carlos to make a move, but he was sure that he would never let you go.

[xdacted]

i think you were drunk (you spelled wedding wrong)

Paring: Reader x Carlos Sainz Jr.

Warnings: Hurt/no comfort, Fluff, Childhood love

Word Count: 5,807

Status: Complete

Inspired by: "Why'd you invite me to your wedding?" - Kevin Atwater

____________________

Carlos hadn’t seen the message until the next morning. 

A message from a number he thought forgot about him. For a moment, he wondered if it could be true. If it was real. 

“Hey! I’m sorry this is so out of the blue, I know it’s been a while. I hope you’re doing good, I watch your races so just know I’m always rooting for you. I miss being at the races with you, it was always so fun. I’m sorry it’s been so long. But I wanted to invite you to my weddign, which will be next month. I’ve sent an invitation to your family, I hope that’s alright. I wanted to invite you myself because I could not imagine that day without you. Let me know if you can make it, I know how busy you are. Love you.”

Then, right under it, is a smaller bubble that reads:

“Text me back if you can. I miss you.”

Carlos thinks he might be sick. He rereads the message, pulling his phone closer to his face. He can’t stop himself from whispering her name. It’s been years. This girl, his girl. His entire life, she’s been there, since he was little. They were fast friends, but, of course, to Carlos, it was more than that. 

To him, it was everything. 

__________

“Someone has a crush on Carlito!” 

Her brothers were running around them, stomping across the grass. She groaned at them, they had moved twice - each time prompted by them coming around to pick at their sister. Carlos liked to giggle at it, he and Blanca weren’t as rambunctious. 

Carlos knew that they liked to pick on her, but would always stop the moment she began to cry. She was their baby sister after all. 

“Shut up! I do not!” 

Her face was a violent red, the blush spreading up to her ears. She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, and puffing her cheeks. Her brothers come to pull at her hair, pinching at her sides. She whines for them to leave her alone and Carlos can only giggle. 

He thinks about what they’ve said. A crush? On him? The thought alone makes his face go hot. That kind of thing, with moms and dads and kissing. He hadn’t given it much thought. 

Would it be so bad? Carlos didn’t think so. He thought that if he did have to marry anyone, he’d like it to be her. She liked racing and played golf with him.  

“Maybe Carlito has a crush on you!”

“Stop!”

Carlos looked down at his lap. Did he? He pulls at the skin of his fingertips, his head full of thoughts. He shakes his head, trying to laugh it away, “No way!” He says. 

It’s easier like that. 

When he looks over at her, she’s staring straight at him, a smile on her face. 

“We’re best friends!” She declares, glaring over at her brothers, “Right?”

“Right!” Friends. If she wanted to be friends, Carlos thought that was perfect. “Best friends.”

Because even friends could marry each other, right?

__________

He spent the morning staring at his phone. 

Carlos thought that perhaps it would go away, fade into nothingness, but it was still there, a blue bubble glaring right at him. He had spent hours rereading it, so much so that he was sure he could recite it from memory. 

‘I miss you.’

He squeezed his eyes shut. The memories of her were something that he kept away. Secret treasures that he held so close to his heart. Even after all these years, at just the simplest phrase, Carlos could feel his heart begin to pound. 

It was only her. 

It would only ever be her. 

Evidently, he recalls bitterly, he wasn’t it for her. Carlos has to stop himself from throwing the phone. Even in the darkness of his mind, he can see those words. He can hear her voice, reading them aloud. It makes him sick. 

He knew that they would meet again - he prayed for it - but never like this. It wasn’t fair. Almost cruel, he thinks, that he would be subject to loving her for the rest of his life. But, how beautiful it is to love her. 

He thinks of her smile. The smallest quirk of her lips, something so shy and tiny. It was only full with him, or at least, it was. His mind wanders to who she might be now. There’s a part of him that knows he could find out, the quickest search of her name would tell him everything.

But there’s a reason he hasn’t, he was afraid of seeing her happy without him. 

He couldn’t. 

Carlos sighed. 

His chest was heavy with emotion. There was a sea of them - anger, sadness, happiness, longing. He might just explode. Fall apart on his couch and just a mess of a man. 

They were so young then. Just kids. Carlos thinks of the irony, they used to sit and laugh at the thought of people getting married so young. Thinking that you could devote yourself to someone you hardly knew, he remembers how they thought it was so stupid. 

It isn’t as funny anymore. 

__________

When Carlos got the call from Red Bull he cried. 

His father had been pacing the room with him, talking about his chances and pondering on the season. But as soon as that phone rang, he was right at Carlos’ side, already pulling him into a hug as soon as he confirmed a date for contract negotiations. 

It was his time. 

His start was here and now. 

When he managed to calm himself down, he called her. 

She picked up and screeched in his ear when he broke the news. 

“OH MY GOD! CARLOS! YOU DID IT!”

He started to cry all over again, “...I know…”

“I’m coming over,” She said hurriedly, he could hear her bustling around the room. 

“Wait! You don’t have to -” She’d already hung up on him. 

He was waiting outside for her, fidgeting with the dirt around the steps of his house. The excitement was buzzing in his veins, he could still hardly believe it. She rode up only a few moments later, dropped her bike onto the lawn, and ran up to him. He caught her in a hug. 

Carlos couldn’t help the few tears that escaped him. His dream was finally happening. He would finally get the chance to be known as more than just the son of Carlos Sainz, he was going to make a name for himself. 

He couldn’t wait. 

When she pulled away, she was quick to seize his shoulders, “You did it!”

He could only smile, there was so much joy, he was bursting with it. 

“I’m so proud of you, Carlos,” She said, smiling up at him. 

He felt his face go red. She would never understand how much those words would mean. Everyone could hate him, everyone could be against him, but so long as she wasn’t, he could do anything. Since the very beginning, she had always been his biggest supporter. Every race she could go to, she was at. It got harder as he climbed the ranks, races were farther and farther. But it always seemed like she just knew. 

When he would come back she would insist on a very detailed account, getting angry with him when he left anything out. She claimed it made her feel like she was there. Carlos always just rolled his eyes, but he could never deny how much he loved it. To know that she wanted him to do well. 

It made every victory sweeter and every loss harder. 

Above all, he hated losing in front of her. To know that she was watching, to know that she could see him fail. He hated it. But she always said that even champions have bad seasons, it wasn’t untrue, but Carlos hated it nonetheless. 

They had moved to the steps of his house. Sitting beside one another, their knees touching, she bumped him with her shoulder. 

“So, you’re going to remember me when you’re rich and famous?”

He rolled his eyes, “I don’t know. I’ll probably be super busy being too cool.”

“You are not cool.”

“Whatever,” He shrugged, “Don’t come crying to me when I’m champion.”

“As if,” She shoved him, he caught himself on the step and turned to her. 

He began to laugh before hooking his arm around her neck, “Of course, I’ll remember you.”

‘I love you.’

“You’re my best friend.”

She looks up at him. Carlos thinks that there’s something that passes across her face, but then, it’s gone. She smiles a true smile. Wide and beautiful.

“Good.”

_________

His mother calls him on the way to a meeting. 

As much as he wishes he could just let the phone ring, he knows he can’t. 

As soon as he answers, she’s gushing in his ear, “Carlito, I can’t believe she’s getting married! How wonderful! She will be the most beautiful bride! The invitation is just gorgeous.”

He lets her speak, leaning back in his seat. It hurts to know that his mother is so excited. He always thought that she wanted him to marry her, that’s what she always said when he was a kid. Maybe everyone let it go but him. 

“Did you know about this?”

“No, Mama,” He lies. It’s awful, lying to her. He can’t try to explain his feelings now, there’s still a part of him that wishes they’d go away. Hoping to drown himself in whatever work Ferrari will give him. The pain burns and he just wants to breathe again. 

“We should send her something,” She adds, he can hear her moving around the house. He wonders if she has the invitation in his hand. 

He hums, trying to keep the anger from his voice. This wasn’t her problem and he wasn’t going to make it hers. She doesn’t need to know - even if she did, what would she do?

His mother seems to think for a moment, humming a mindless tune before saying, “You should send her something!”

Carlos nearly chokes. 

“What?”

“Yes!” Her voice is so bright, “You two were so close, why not send her something? A ‘congratulations’ of sorts. Yes, that would be nice.”

“Mama…” He begins, unsure of how to tell her, “I - I don’t know -”

“Carlos,” She warns. 

With a sigh, he just hums again, “I’ll look into it.”

“Good,” He can hear the excitement ramp up in her voice again, “Isn’t this just so beautiful?”

Carlos can’t respond. 

It isn’t. It makes him sick. The very thought of it makes him want to cry and scream. Anger burns within him, stomach twisting. He hates this. He hates it because he loves her. He loves her more than anything. 

“It is.”

__________

It was quiet, the summer sun dancing on their skin. A breeze pulling through the air, tall grass blades dancing. The smell of the garden roses drifting around them. 

Carlos’ heart was pounding, thudding against his ribs, nearly jumping into his throat. He tried to swallow the anxiety that nearly lept from him, but the nerves in his stomach made it impossible. He felt like he was choking. Just sitting beside her, so close, but so far. 

He could feel the heat of her hand, he yearned to touch her, to intertwine their fingers. It wouldn’t be wrong, they held hands a lot back then, but he wasn’t sure he could do it, afraid his heart would’ve exploded. 

“What is it?” She looked over at him, her eyes trying to pry the information out of him.

He tore his face away, fists clenching at his side. He was always so afraid to tell her. Just a boy terribly in love with a girl, but he could never bring himself to say it. When he tried the words would abandon him and he would just end up brushing it off. 

But there, in the silence of the garden, he knew there was no hiding it. Not when she was boring a hole into the side of his head. She stared right through him. He took his lip between his teeth, horrified at the thought of it all slipping out. 

She would hate him. If he ever dared to say something like that she would kill him, he was so sure. It’s funny to look at it now, but he just focused on the blades of grass beside him. The green was bright and strong, small weeds blooming within the folds of dirt. He reached over to pluck at a dancing flower, but his hand was caught. 

She grabbed him, fingers around his wrist. Her hold was hardly there, he could break free from it if he wanted. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay there with her. 

 He was sure that she could feel his racing heart, but she said nothing. Just bringing her hand up to rest in his palm. His stomach flipped, and he shut his eyes. 

This wasn’t like him. Carlos had never been a coward, but for her - and only her - he was reduced to nothing. He loved her, his feelings brimming inside him.

Any more and he was sure that he would come apart at the seams. 

“Carlos,” Her voice whispered. 

He cracked his eyes open, and she was there, leaning over to peer down at him. Her hair fell from her shoulders, so close that he could smell her shampoo. It was the same one she’d used since they were 6 - one her mother made. The scent was her and her alone. 

Carlos swallowed. 

She lowered herself closer. Carlos was sure his heart was so loud that she could hear it, surely she could. She smiled down at him, cocking her head to the side. 

“What are you thinking?”

He just shook his head, afraid to trust his voice. 

“Then?”

“‘Then’ what?”

“Why won’t you look at me?” A pout made its way on her face, jutting her lower lip out dramatically. 

He chuckled, trying to rein in his heart. But it was so difficult, her beautiful eyes looking down at him, the lines of her lips and nose and cheeks. He had memorized it all. He would know her no matter what, from the way she laughed, to the way she spoke, to the way she just breathed. 

Carlos loved her so much it hurt. 

‘I can’t,’ He didn’t say, ‘I love you too much.’

She didn’t say anything. Just smiling down at him. Carlos thought that just for a moment if even for a moment, something shifted in her eyes. A foreign look floats in them, dancing in the color and making them shine. 

It was odd. 

He wanted to know what that was, the smallest change. Silence pulled over them. 

The sun shined through the parts in her hair, falling onto his skin, a gentle stroke of warmth. The breeze carried the scent of the roses, and the grass below them swayed. Around them, the world seemed to slow. It was like the only person he could see was her. 

The only person that she could see was him. 

Lost somewhere in time, just two hearts dancing away in the summer. Nothing else would matter, just them, just at this moment. 

Carlos lost himself. 

He leaned up, closing the space between them, and kissed her. 

The softest thing, a barely there press of their lips. 

He hadn’t even realized he’d done it, pulling himself away as soon as he did. 

Neither of them said a thing. Just staring at the other with wide eyes. A pink blush dusted her cheeks, and that look in her eyes changed again. She drew in a sharp breath, and Carlos was sure he’d ruined everything.  

It was destroyed because of him. 

But he couldn’t even mutter out an apology. There was nothing to say, nothing to do. She moved away, rolling back to sit on the grass. Carlos felt like crying, bringing a forearm to cover his face. 

What an idiot. 

He felt the regret sit against his chest, so heavy he could hardly breathe. Why did he have to lose control of himself? They were supposed to be friends, but all he was doing was making it complicated. He was in love with her, she loved him - it was supposed to be enough. 

Carlos let out a deep sigh. He could hear the grass shifting beside him, he spared a look over and she was still there. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, tucking her chin on them, arms wrapped around her legs. 

When he opened his mouth to speak, she beat him to it, “I - I guess…I mean, I guess it would be lame if you went to Red Bull without having your first kiss, huh?

He shot up, “That’s - that’s not what this was! I - I’m sorry!”

She turned to face him, her face still bright red, but with a shy smile, “It’s ok.” 

He hadn’t realized that he reached for her hand, and she squeezed, “I didn’t mind. If I’m going to have my first kiss, at least it’s you.”

Carlos could only stare at her, mouth hanging open. 

This wasn’t what he thought. 

“Are you sure?”

She leaned against her knees, “Yeah. Isn’t that what friends are for?”

The word struck him deeper than it had any right to. But he couldn’t help the relief that flooded through him, “Yeah…yeah…of course.”

“It would be lame if I was the only F4 driver without a kiss.”

“Super lame.”

“Hey!”

She burst into laughter. Her laugh filled the garden and he was soon to join, throwing his head back. This was easy. Being like this with her was easy. 

“That means you would’ve been lame too.”

“Not as lame as you.”

“I’m super cool.”

“No, Carlos, you’re not.”

They never spoke of it again. 

__________

Carlos nearly has a heart attack when his phone buzzes in his pocket. But, upon further inspection, it’s only Blanca.

‘I talked to Mom,’ Her text says, ‘She told me what happened.’

He just stares at it. Pocketing his phone, he’ll answer it later. Too many texts have been sent to him today. Carlos contemplates running over his phone. Maybe that’ll shut everyone up.

His pocket buzzes again. And again. And again. 

With a groan he pulls it back out, scrolling through the messages. 

‘Answer me.’ 

‘CARLOS.’

‘Ok,’ Is all he sends back, ready to tuck it away once more, but there’s another text that pops up. 

‘Are you ok?’

For a moment, Carlos thinks about telling her. Though he never said a word about his feelings Blanca had this way of knowing. She called it a ‘sister thing’. Carlos just thought she was nosey.

‘Yes,’ he sends, following it with, ‘Why wouldn’t I be?’

The text bubbles appear and disappear, it’s not very fair. He knows. But there’s too much happening and he can’t - he just can’t. Tomorrow he will apologize, but today, he just needs a break. 

In one of her ‘sister thing’ moments, she only ends up sending. 

‘OK, I’m here if you need anything. I love you.’

Carlos can feel the lump in his throat and struggles to swallow it. 

‘I love you too.’

__________

She called him sobbing. 

It was nearly midnight, Carlos had just gotten back from a race. He’d fallen onto his bed, sighing into the night air, when the rang. He thought about letting it go, the rings growing louder in the silence of his room. 

Against himself, he reached over and answered. 

As soon as he did, he could hear her heaving breaths, the sound of her hiccuping cries. He shot up and pulled the phone closer. 

“What happened? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

There was no answer, just another broken sob. The slick sound of her sniffling, wet breath. 

“Please,” He whispered, already standing, “Please tell me what’s wrong. Carino, please.”

“W-Will you come o-over?” She managed.

He did. Shoved his feet into his shoes, pulled a shirt over his head, and stormed right out the door. It never crossed his mind to take a car - he just ran. Pushing his way through the gate and rounding the corner into the street. He could hardly see a thing, the moon clouded and fuzzy. 

But he ran to her. 

He was there faster than ever, crawling over the small fence to get to her backyard. The garden stood tall, and the roses nicked his ankle. But all he could think about was the light coming from the upstairs bedroom, a shadowy figure pacing across the curtains. 

He had half a mind to scream for her, but she peered through the curtains and he could see the relief spread across her face. The sight of her made his stomach drop, he nearly tripped over himself to climb the ledge. It was a path he’d taken countless times, jumping to grip the railing and hoisting himself up. As a kid, he used to need her help, but they weren’t kids anymore. 

And Carlos is sure he would’ve found a way. Nothing could’ve stopped him from reaching her. 

Dropping himself onto the wooden floor, he breathed her name, but she was already pushing herself into his arms. He felt her trembling against him, wet facing pressed into his shirt. He couldn’t have cared less. Wrapping his arms around her, he brought her closer. Claros dropped his head to whisper into her ear. 

“I’m here…shh…I’m right here.”

Where her arms were locked around him, she fisted at his shirt, the fabric bunched between her fingers. Her grip was so tight he worried it might rip, but how could he ever worry about that? She pulled away from him, just enough to look him in the eye. Her face was blotchy, cheeks wet with tears, eyes red-rimmed. 

But Carlos still thought she was beautiful. 

The heartbreak on her face made something crack within him. 

“W- What’s wrong? Please, tell-”

“My dad,” She gasped, sucking in a large fit of air, “It - it’s my dad…he’s dying, Carlos…”

The world seemed to go still. Her words hadn’t seemed real, and Carlos half expected her brothers to jump from the dark hallway and laugh. It wasn’t possible. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen to them. Things like this - losing people, losing friends, and family - happened to everyone else. 

But not them.

It seemed that the world had finally come caving in on their little bubble. It was shattering around him and all Carlos wanted to do was stop it. Carlos felt so cold, that he hadn’t even realized that he began to cry too. Silent tears rolled down his face before he could stop them. 

The pain was unbearable. 

But they held each other. There, on her porch, they stood crying. Falling apart and having the other to lean on. Carlos clung to her, afraid that the world would try to take her too. That it would get greedy. 

‘I’m sorry,’ He wanted to say, but he couldn’t. The words lost to him, stuck in his throat.

He prayed that she would know. That she would know his feelings, the way he needed her. The way he loved her.

“Stay,” She whispered to him, her words almost swallowed by her cries, “Please.”

‘I need you.’ Went unsaid, but Carlos heard it anyway. 

 “Always.”

‘I love you.’

__________

“Everything alright, mate?” Charles’ voice pulled him back to himself 

Carlos shakes his head, blinking a few times, eyes stinging, “Yeah..fine. Sorry.”

He looks up, Silvia glaring down at him. The P.R. briefing was never anything he truly listened to, but perhaps his disinterest had gotten far too obvious. 

“As I was saying,” She rolled her eyes, flipping the papers in her hand. 

Her words fell past him again, something about interviews and language. He could feel Charles’ eyes still on him. He was far too kind for his own good, sometimes that meant trying to understand things that he had no business knowing. 

The meeting rolled on, and when they were dismissed, Carlos tried to slip away, but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey!” Charles hooked his arm around Carlos, “Everything alright?”

“Of course,” He tried to sell it with a smile.

Charles didn’t believe him, green eyes boring into his own. When Carlos looked away, Charles was quick to bid those around them goodbye and steer them to an empty conference room. 

Damn, empath.

“What is it?” Charles said, shutting the door behind him. 

Secrets had never been Carlos’ strong suit. He threw himself onto a chair, bringing his hands up to his face. He hadn’t spoken to anyone about the message and was unsure how to start. He was lost in the sea of his emotions, torn between his sadness and anger. 

He felt like an idiot. 

“Carlos?”

Charles sits across from him, concern written across his face. Carlos takes a deep breath, he steadies himself on his knees, resting his elbows on his legs. 

“There was this girl - we were friends when we were little,” Charles nods along, letting Carlos speak, “And earlier today, she texted me to tell me that she was getting married.”

“OK?”

Carlos looks over at Charles. He’s unsure of the face that he makes, but it seems to be enough for him to understand. His face falls and he puts his hands over his heart. 

“Mate, I - I’m so sorry.” 

Carlos waves him away. This isn’t his fault, and yet, it’s just like Charles to act as if it is, “I will be fine.” 

Charles is silent for a while, looking down at his hands. He’s fiddling with the rings on his fingers, eyes darting around the room. Carlos has known him for far too long, he could practically see the cogs turning. 

“What?”

Charles doesn’t answer right away, but when he does, there’s a look in his eye, “Do you still love her?”

Carlos takes a deep breath. There is only one answer, there has only ever been one answer. 

“Yes.”

__________

Her father died 4 months later. 

And she was gone two months later. 

Her mother couldn't take the pain of being alone in the house her husband built, so she left. All things packed, the house empty, they were gone. 

Carlos couldn’t even say bye. His negotiations with Red Bull ran longer than they were supposed to, when he threatened to walk out his father nearly smacked him. 

“This is the opportunity of a lifetime!”

“She’s my best friend - I love her!”

“There will be other girls, she is not the only -”

“Yes,” He nearly screeched, “She is! She is the only one!”

His father just stared at him, sharp eyes squinting. He would never understand and Carlos didn’t have the strength to make him. He called her instead. 

She picked up on the second ring. Neither one of them said a thing, but Carlos could feel her disappointment. It was his own. 

Eventually, he can bring himself to utter her name, trying to find the apology, but she beats him to it. 

“I’m going to miss you,” She says.

Carlos nearly cries. They’ve been apart, his racing often keeping them away from one another for months on end, but she has always been at him, waiting for him. 

“I wish you could stay.”

He was being selfish - he knows - but the fear of her leaving, going far away. Carlos thought he was dying. His chest was tight, breathing shallow. His mind was racing, trying to think of something to make her stay - anything. 

“I do too,” He could hear the faintest hint of a smile in her voice, “But I can’t.”

“I could…” He began. 

But there was nothing. There was nothing that he could’ve done. The decision was one that was far beyond both of them. Spain held so much sadness for her, and it would be wrong for Carlos to ever want to have kept her there. It wouldn’t have been right. 

Silence ballooned between them once more. They were just there, breathing with one another. There was so much Carlos wanted to say, so much he needed to say. His love felt like it was bursting from his chest, trying to force its way out. Carlos choked it back. 

This wasn’t the time. It wasn’t the right moment to - 

“I love you, Carlos.”

The words hit him and he nearly collapsed. He could imagine her face, hand curled tight around her phone, beautiful face red. His heart was pounding, blood rushing. 

All these years, all this time. He loved her in silence, but to know that she loved him. It made him feel like he was floating. 

“I -”

“Carlos!”

His father was standing right before him, eyebrows drawn tight together, “They are waiting!”

“I’m going, I just have to-”

“You should go, Carlos,” He heard, her voice thin. She was crying, he knew she was, “They’re waiting for you.”

“NO!” He demanded. This wasn’t how he’d say goodbye, he wanted to tell her. 

“Please, I just need to say something.”

Again, his father just stared at him. But there was something different, his eyes were softer. Carlos thought if even for a moment, he saw understanding. With a click of his tongue, his father turned away, “Five minutes.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. 

He took a deep breath, “I - I need you to know-”

“I already do know,” There was a slight laugh to her words, just the smallest thing. Before Carlos could say anything else, she kept going, “Go show them who you are, Carlos.”

“But I need to tell you that I -”

“I love you too,” Was all he heard before the dial tone. 

She was gone. Just like that. 

__________

Though Charles offers to take him out to treat his sorrows, Carlos declines. He watches as Charles’ smile falters, but he still pats Carlos on the shoulder. 

“Of course,” He says, turning to fish his keys from his pocket, “But if you change your mind, let me know. Okay?”

Carlos nods. He waves Charles away. When he’s alone in his hotel room, he collapses onto his bed. He slips his phone from his pocket. It opens and he’s face-to-face with her message. 

Carlos wanted to be angry. 

After years, this was the first thing she said. 

He could say something, call her. It wouldn’t be right, he can’t be the reason that she breaks someone’s heart. He can't be the reason that someone else has to live without her. What a terrible existence that is. 

It just makes no sense, to think that after all these years, she invites him to her wedding. Carlos always thought that once they made their way back to each other, they would marry. In all his dreams, she was his wife. To love her forever would make the distance worth it. 

She told him that day. She said that she loved him, Carlos couldn’t help but think that maybe she was just being nice, just telling him what he wanted to hear on the most important day of his life. Thinking that maybe he had taken it wrong.

“Love you.”

But she would never love him the way he loved her. Completely. From the first day he met her, bumping heads in class, to the day he lost her. He has always loved her. He can see her still, smiling and bright - like the stars. He can feel the summer breeze, the smell of their childhood. He can see the rosebuds right before they bloom, waiting with her as the rain comes and they get sick. He remembers going to all her Flamenco performances - acting like he really cared about dances and not just seeing her face light up when she saw him. 

There is no part of his life that he can look back on and not see her. She is everywhere. And Carlos knows that she always will be. 

‘Text me back if you can.’

He couldn't bring himself to say no but knew he’d die if he had to see her marry someone else. It would break her heart, he’s sure of it. He can almost picture the disappointment on her face. Carlos wishes he could be stronger, to just put on a brave front, but he can’t. He’s only human. 

He’s just a man hopelessly in love with a woman he can’t have. 

What a pitiful thing to be. 

Carlos looks down at his phone.

The words are searing. If he saw her, what would he even say? Would he be able to hold himself back? Keep himself from spilling his feelings? 

The answer is simple. 

He won’t. 

There is something small inside of Carlos’ mind that feels giddy, she still thinks of him. He was still important to her, she wanted him. She cared about him. She missed him. Maybe she still loved him. Maybe he could - 

He shakes the thoughts from his head. No. That was a lifetime ago, those feelings were alive when they were 16. Not now.

There’s only one question he thinks back to. 

Why?

After all these years of silence, why now? Why this? 

They were kids back then, but Carlos likes to think that even what they felt then wasn’t nothing. That’s the very problem. Nothing was the same. They weren’t the same, the world around them wasn’t the same - even if Carlos so desperately wished it was. 

The screen begins to fade, but he taps it. It lights up once more, illuminating in the darkness of the hotel room. 

She’s getting married and she wants him to come. 

She’s happy and in love. She’s moved on. Carlos thinks of her smile again. A crushing sense of finality passes over him. He hopes that whoever it is makes her smile, and makes her laugh. He hopes that they hold her when she cries, and catch her when she falls. 

He hopes that one day he’ll be able to look back on her without so much pain. 

Why? 

That question refuses to die, still floating around in his mind even as he tries to shake it away. 

He’ll never know why, but maybe it’s better that way. To keep her as who she is in his memory, to keep them as they were. Young and beautiful. That’s all. 

Her message will sit unanswered. He can’t. He won’t. 

Carlos whispers an apology, he hopes that it might reach her. That she’ll catch the drift of his words in the wind, maybe even forgive him. He lets himself think of her, wondering what she’ll wear, what her hair will look like. 

Beautiful. 

He’s sure. 

He just won’t be there to see it. 

____________________

A/N:This work has been cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. All are under the name XDACTED. Thank you for reading and feel free to request fics about any of the drivers <3

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[insilanar]

I feel so upset bc of Carlos' and Isa's breakup. 💔

I felt like after 7 years of relationship, this was the year they were going to get married. After that vegas gp video it seemed to be confirmed by Lando and Pierre. They looked so happy with eachother in Ana's wedding photo's and Carlos actually answered something like: "I will, I will in the future" to a journalists question on wheter he thinks about marrying his girlfriend. I mean. I am aware it's their private desicion and we don't know what happened between them. And I know we must respect their privacy. I do my best. But all of this just makes me really sad. I had tought they were endgame. To add to it: We know the Sainz family love Isa. She's one of Ana's closest friends and will most likely still go to Blanca's wedding. Not to be with Carlos. But with Blanca. How will Carlos and Isa ever be able to stay out of eachother's lives? Maybe they will remain friends. But wont that be awkward for both of them? After having known eachother for so long? Videos from Pinon get to me aswell. He knows Isa too. She's been part of that family for so long. It really hurts me a lot when I think about it to much and I will have a hard time moving on with them. Still there's this small tiny glimpse of hope in me that maybe. Maybe it's not over. Maybe they will come back together. Admit that they'd rather be with eachother than alone. In a time were they both feel like the only support that carries them comes from the other. But until then, I will try and get over it and give them space for I think that is what they need most right now.

(And all of this coming from a Carlando stan...🥺)

[landoom]

Fanfic - Carlando - Five weddings…and another one

Five weddings…and another one (327 words) by Aeris444 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr Characters: Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz Jr, Carlos Oñoro, Reyes Sainz, Ana Sainz, Blanca Sainz, Charlotte Sefton, Marc Marquez Additional Tags: Weddings, Getting Together Series: Part 28 of Formula One Flufftober 2023 Summary: Carlos's love story with Lando through five (+1) weddings and conversations

[carlossainzwho]

my summary of what i think about the break up of isa and carlos (i will miss them su much!!)

Carlos clearly dated Isa, knowing he would propose to her at some point. And the fact that he broke up with her now, after 7 years, is heartbreaking. His parents clearly like long and sweet relationships, as seen in Ana and Blanca's relationships, as they are both happily married (congrats to Blanca btw!!).

Carlos wanted to get married at around 30, and before the rumours emerged, I thought they were destined for each other. They were both 28, so close to 30, and this was just so ugh to think about when i read the article about their breakup. Something inside me is telling me that Carlos will realise what he's done and get back to her, although this is highly unlikely. I'm just getting my hopes too high, aren't i?

I am actually pleased about how Isa is taking the breakup. She came out in public, confident and with her beautiful smile and even wished Carlos the best of luck in the future and said she would remember the memories they created together over the past 7 years. She is a lovely woman, you don't find many people like her in this world. she never used carlos, she loved him, and he loved her right back.

I also wanted to mention about carlos' parents - i'm pretty sure they weren't very pleased about the break up, as they knew isa for just as long as carlos knew her, and she was like family. she went to Ana Sainz's wedding just a few months ago, and she looked gorgeous, hand in hand with carlos, who i hate to say, is her ex-boyfriend. even after the break up, ana, blanca and reyes (carlos jr's mum) commented on her instagram with sweet and loving comments. They clearly miss her already, and loved her as a sister and daughter. Isa was super (super super super) close to Ana, and there are so many pics of them together.

'Will you marry your girlfriend, Isa Hernaez? She is also so pretty too!'

'I know, I will, in the future'

That quote really made me believe that he would propose before the end of this year, or in 2024, but unfortunately, well you know...

I'll only be happy if charles and carlos see their inner queerness and start dating each other, or if it's the same but for carlos and pierre, beacause piarlos is an f1 couple i didn't know i needed, and they are actually really cute.

As for Isa, I hope she finds someone else who will love her the same way Carlos did for her. I'll miss their dating days. a lot.

If you have any questions about isa and carlos, do ask!! i am actually new to tumblr and i am happy to answer any questions or opinions.

i feel like quoting olivia rodrigo, it just fits so well with them.

'yet today i drove through the suburbs, because how could i ever love someone else'

'yet today i drove through the suburbs, and pictured i was driving home to you' (this one always reminds me of isa and carlos, and it always makes me want to cry for some reason)

i'm sorry for the long read, but i really felt like sharing this with you :)

it doesn't matter whether carlos and isa are together or apart, but they will always remain in my heart. their relationship was special, it was just something else.

remember carlos and isa fans, ask me anonymously for any questions or opinions, i'm happy to help!

[petit-papillion]

Google Trends | Le Mans Week | 5-11 June 2023

🔴 Charles Leclerc 🔵 Carlos Sainz

Peak for Charles was his arrival at Le Mans on Saturday, followed by his auction for Emilia-Romagna closing on Monday.

Carlos had his highest peak of searches on Sunday, but not sure what it was related to (maybe Blanca's wedding??).

Out of curiosity, I added in Le Mans winner Antonio Giovinazzi:

🔴 Charles Leclerc 🔵 Carlos Sainz 🟡 Antonio Giovinazzi

Yeah, that peak is the finish of the race.

Also, noteworthy: the top 15 related queries for Charles were all variations of 24 hours/le mans.

Source: Google Trends

[esposamultifandom]

Carlos Sainz Fic

Ok, so I have this idea, my brain has a lot of these even though it's not capable of writing anything.

Everyone saw that Ana got married, a beautiful bride by the way, so we have all these rumors that Carlos and Isa are going to break up after Blanca's wedding, that he is not happy with the relationship or that They already broke up but they haven't made it public yet.

My hyperactive mind said: hey and if they really are already separated, for a while for whatever reason, then he and Isa are having this bad time of discomfort when Carlos decides to go out for air and bumps into a waitress, and for some reason he is captivated by her, with her uniform, her brown hair and her pretty glasses, she is all because she knows who he is, the bride's brother, famous F1 driver, she apologizes stuttering and looking at the floor, then he says something that makes her laugh and she starts to develop a beautiful Secret love story between a famous F1 driver and the shy Latina girl who works as a waitress to pay for her studies.

I can see what it could contain, drama, cute/romantic moments, smut and a bit of tears, hard times for both of us and a happy ending. I can see what would have up to 3k words

[ehcahache]

Blanca’s crinkled dress top looks like a nightgown to me kinda gave bridgerton vibes. Is that the trend now in spain?

Not at all💀 take into account that the Sainz are a rich family that move in a complete different circle that the rest of us mortals.

I've looked what are the trends for this year in wedding dresses, the most similar thing to them that Blanca's dress has is the neckline (is it how it's called? Not sure) and maybe how the skirt falls.

I have the example of my aunt, who marries this November and the dress is nothing similar at all

[artemispt]

Juanjo! (I’m hoping for some IG stories 👀)

[interlagosed]

lecturas dot com/actualidad/blanca-suelves-carlos-sainz-jr-y-maria-suelves-boda-marchena-sevilla_121537?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter

Carlos wearing a suit and a waistcoat !

For everyone wondering! Carlos is at his cousin's wedding :)

[ehcahache]

La hermana de Guillermo horrible. En serio tanto encaje queda horroroso. Hay combinaciones muy extrañas.

El vestido de la izquierda es el que había visto, que es de mercadillo de rastro, para señora de 90 años. Imagínate ser princesa y vestir así 😬Totalmente de acuerdo con el de la derecha. Entre los colores y los accesorios....

No se cómo pueden tener tanto dinero y vestir tan mal. Yo no entiendo mucho de moda pero tengo claro que vestiría mejor que esta gente.

Las únicas con estilo las madres y Belén Corsini, que no tenía ni idea de quién era la verdad. Aunque eso me pasa con todos los invitados que no son de la familia 😂

Joder con Guillermo, de verdad que se han buscado a gente de bien bien las dos.

¿Has visto el vídeo de los periodistas preguntándole por Isa? El día que Carlos se case no sabremos nada de nada. Lo poco que le gustan a él estar de cara al público y encima con esas preguntas.

Sí, además estoy viendo videos y la espalda de la hermana de Guillermo es cerrada con encaje, han arriesgado y no ha funcionado para nada, no con esa mezcla de colores yo creo.

De la princesa búlgara, he preguntado a mi madre (que la menciono mucho por aquí últimamente AJAJAJ), que sabe muchísimo más de ropa y de coser y me ha dicho que seguramente sea seda o alguna tela carísima. Personalmente, yo también creo que parece un vestido de mercadillo de los sábados. Para mí van demasiado informales todos teniendo en cuenta el contexto de donde es la boda.

Las madres bastante bien hasta que he visto los zapatos de Reyes, que lleva unas sandalias violeta pastel y no pegan PARA NADA con el vestido.

De los maridos, yo solo voy a decir que están colocando muy bien a las hijas y cuidado no vayan a hacer lo mismo con Carlos. No creo que de forma directa pero igual se les va la flapa y vuelven al siglo XVIII y empiezan a presentarle pretendientas de chicas bien o algo así JAJAJAJ

Sí que he visto el video y me ha gustado mucho la no-respuesta de Carlos, ha visto por donde iba el tema y ha decidido irse, muy bien sabiendo que en ese sentido la ha estado liando mucho últimamente. Muy feo me ha parecido también que le han ido a preguntar de eso a su padre cuando lo han entrevistado, están intentando sacar exclusiva como locos.

[ehcahache]

Hola soy yo, la anon que criticaba la ropa de la boda de Ana, de vuelta para criticar la de la boda de Blanca.

El maldito traje de nuevo, lo peor de todo es que al cabrón le queda bien, y eso que ahora los pantalones le van grandes.

El vestido de Ana feísimo. Lo siento, pero es un NO.

Opiniones encontradas con el de Blanca, necesito mejores fotos, pero creo que el de la boda de Ana fue más bonito.

Como no, la única persona que viste bien Reyes. Adoro a esa mujer.

Guillermo es mejor partido que Rodrigo, al menos no parece un señoro (aunque lo sea)

Las abuelitas haciendo fotos me representan!

Ay que alegría que vuelvas, necesitaba comentar con alguien lo que voy viendo de la boda😭

No he visto mucha foto de los invitados aún, he visto un par creo y bueno, comparado con febrero muchísimo mejor, pero tampoco era muy difícil superar ese esperpento que llevaban💀

Lo de Carlos yo creo que es algo que tiene que llevar el mismo traje para bodas de familias o algo porque si no, no lo entiendo, además que parece que le haya robado los pantalones a su padre o algo. Con el dinero que tiene y no ha podido llevárselo a alguien para que se lo arregle y no le quede tan mal.

Te pongo las dos fotos estás que he visto del vestido de Blanca para que me compares con el de Ana. Personalmente, me gusta más el de Ana y eso que yo no era muy fan de ese vestido. Creo que la falda de Blanca está bien aunque un poco simple pero es que lo que es la parte de arriba es un No total para mí, parece más un top del Shein que otra cosa. Por atrás me gusta eso sí, no tan exagerado como el de Ana.

Por la poca investigación que he hecho de Guillermo, me parece una persona muchísimo mejor que no el otro. Si se mete en problemas o cualquier cosa es muchísimo más discreto.

El vestido de Reyes me parece una opción super acertada a mí también! De un color discreto, abierto en los brazos y parece de tela fina para el calor y aún así muy formal. No tengo una opinión muy formada de ella pero al menos o sabe vestirse o la saben vestir.

No sé si has visto a Ana cómo va, pero... En fin.

Solo voy a añadir que esas señoras voy a ser yo con mis amigas de aquí a 50 años AJAJAJAJAJ