Valentino qualified fifth ahead of Sunday’s race. He was gone before Alessia had woken up,  same thing with Uccio. However, Alessia knew her way around the paddock by now and took it upon herself to make her way around.

The Paddock on a Sunday was more lively than the previous days, with different media teams running around, bikes being shuffled across garages and pre-race speculations buzzing. It was clear to Alessia that Valentino, the rookie that he was, had a lot of attention from the media, something she was just gonna have to get used to.
“Papa!” Esmeralda jolted pointing to a big screen TV broadcasting an old interview of Valentino from earlier this week?
Alessia looked around to see if anyone had noticed, confirming no one hadn't; she leaned in and whispered in her daughter's ear. “We’re gonna go see Papa race now, how do you like that?”
Esmeralda nods enthusiastically. 

Apart from the amazing scenery of the race track, Alessia had to hold her breath everytime they spotted or even passed a rider making his way down the paddock, and as the fashion lover that she was, many different race suits that the riders were displaying really caught her eye. Frankly Valentino’s bright, yellow/green race suit really wasn’t her favourite, no, she liked a more neonless color, like a dark blue or maybe a red race suit.
There was one moment where a rider wearing a lipstick red race suit was headed towards them. As Alessia was scoping out the man's garment she noticed threads flaring up around the man’s shoulder pads.
“Sir excuse me.” She dared to utter as he was about to pass them.
“Sorry no autographs.” He waved.
He had almost managed to slip away when she shouted, “Your shoulder pad is loose!”
This got the man’s attention and as he looked to his shoulder, noticing the flared threads, his lip curled.
“I told her not to…” The man looked angrily at his assistant who had been walking with him. “This is the third suit that she has messed up, these suits cost more than her fucking salary.”
Alessia covered Esmeraldas ear as the man ranted to his assistant about some lady responsible for the damaged suit.
“What am I gonna do now the race is in less than an hour.” 
As the man put his hand on his shoulder and looked to wanna tear off the pad, Alessia hand went to stop him.
“You’ll make it worse!”
The man and his assistant were stunned by her sudden action.
“It’s just some flared up threads.” 
Alessia ignored them and went to put Esmeralda down on the ground. She then fiddled for something in her purse. To her surprise the rider never protested when she went to cut his threads to re-due the flared up seam. In fact the rider made sure to put a hand on Esmeraldas shoulder in order for her not to wander away while Alessia kept busy.
“You’re a seamstress?” The man said, as Alessia finished up the shit.
“A tailor's assistant.” She smiled, just happy that the rider had calmed down a bit.
“Which garage?”
Alessia chuckled, “No I don’t work here, I’m from Italy”
“Italy?” The man said with sudden interest, it was then he switched to fluent italian. “Where in Italy?”
“His sudden interest made her cheeks blossom. “Tuscany, near Mugello.”
The man smiled, “I know Mugello.”
“Max, we’ve got to go.” The man's assistant had grown impatient. The man signals for the assistant to hold on a minute.
“My name is Max Biaggi.” He stretches out a hand for Alessia to greet. “
“Alessia Diallo.”
This was when the man looked her up and down, making more heat rise to Alessia’s face.
“Would you be interested in a job Miss Diallo?”
Alessia’s eyes widened in surprise. “A job, what kind of job?”
“Max, what are you doing, they are expecting us.” The Assistant groans.
Max ignores him.
“I’m in a need of a new “tailor’s assistant”.....” He winks. “....To tend my race suits.”
Alessia had become aware of the amount of flirting the man was doing. “That sounds interesting Mr Biaggi, however I’m happy where I am.” She declined politely.
The man nodded his head understandingly. “Too bad, thank you anyways, Miss Diallo.”
“You are welcome Mr Biaggi.” 
“Baggy!” Esmeralda is heard chanting.
Max laughs and goes to pick her up in his arms, “No, It’s Bi-aggi”
“Baggy!” Esmeralda chants once more.
Max laughs, handing her over to Alessia.
“Hope I see you around.” He says, before following his assistant down the paddock.
A very interesting encounter Alessia thought, wait until Valentino hears about it.