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I built a whole outfit around this piece. A double-breasted satin-trimmed blazer with a black silk-chiffon halter blouse underneath and black tights. I can slip on a pair of stilettos and use my red Dolce & Gabbana Sicily handbag.

I study the shorts. Definitely short. But when I tried them on, they looked so good with the black tights and my long legs.

I’m doing it. I’m tired of saving everything in my life for a special occasion. I have a rare night out with someone other than my own brother, and I’m going to have fun. Mason won’t notice, but I’ll look good and enjoy wearing it.

I collect the pieces I need and jump in the shower. I reach for my bottle of Monaco Days body wash, made by Beatrice Knight at her perfume boutique in Knightsbridge. I cringe. Like an idiot, I thought getting a custom-blended perfume might make Mason notice me.

It didn’t.

I squirt some of the fragrant wash on my loofah and shake my head. I shouldn’t be allowed to adult. I’m obviously not capable. I don’t know what made me try to get Mason to notice me. Even though I know he’s not interested and I can’t date him.

That didn’t stop me from investing in a full line of scented products, though.

Whilst that fact is rather mortifying, at least I met Bea because of it. We’ve gotten to know each other, and I’m so grateful to call her a friend. We text and get coffee or lunch when I’m in London, and I can’t wait for our next visit.

But even Bea doesn’t know about Mason. Sure, I vaguely told her I wanted to get someone’s attention with a new perfume, but I never told her it was my brother’s teammate.

Nobody knows about my crush. And nobody ever will.

I finish my shower and slip into a luxurious white dressing gown. The dressing gown, in my opinion, is a completely underrated wardrobe piece. It’s comforting to wrap up in, and perfect for when I want to get ready.

I dry my hair, put some loose waves in my long black locks with my straighteners, then finish my make-up. I mull over my lipstick choices and put on a bright berry stain, topped with lip oil. I fluff my hair a bit and study my reflection in the mirror.

I’m pleased with the result.

I reach for my bottle of perfume, putting some on the nape of my neck and wrists, and then slip into my super-sexy outfit. As I’m pulling on my tights, I have a brief flicker of doubt. Is this way too much? Will Mason think it’s weird that I’m so dressed up?

Wait. I want to show I understand fashion and can create stylish looks.

Dress for the part you want, I think. I want to be seen as a fashion expert in the paddock.

And this outfit proves I can be that person.

Buzz! My phone vibrates on the bedside table, and despite my pep talk about this being more of a business dinner with a friend than anything else, the butterflies in my stomach refuse to listen to reality.

Stupid delulu butterflies.

I pick up my phone and see it’s Mason: