After dinner there's a knock on Alessia's hotel door.

"I was thinking that we should go over some procedures ahead of qualifying tomorrow..." The tailor said, letting himself in.

"Why?" She asks, closing the door behind him.

"Incase there is damage to the suit ahead of the race. We need to learn how to act quickly."

They settle down around the small table in the corner of the room, from there Alessia could watch Esmeralda as she played in the bedroom across from them.

On paper, the tailor had mapped out the different parts of Max Biaggi's race suit along with avid notes on the procedures that had to be done on each region incase of repair.

"I can't be handling any leather, therefore I took it upon myself to study its armour that is meant to protect the neck, spine and back." He said, pointing to each region.

Alessia listens carefully, the tailor's work ethic might be what it takes to be a top designer.

"...Same thing with the shoulders, elbows and knees..."

A knock on the door interrupts the two. "Roomservice!"

"I'll get it." The tailor rises from his chair.

"But I didn't..." Alessia frowns.

Turning the knob. "Dessert for Miss Diallo.".

Alessia rises to her feet, but by that time the tailor has already brought in the silver tray.

"I didn't order that." She said, eyeing the mysterious tray.

"Well, I wasn't asked to sign anything, must have already been paid for."

"By who?"

"He said for Miss Diallo so..." Removing the lid, dussin heart shaped macarons in all the colors of the rainbow were stacked up on the silver tray.

"Oh, I have some wine in my room."

Alessia is left staring at the tray, whilst the tailor disappears, only to return with the bottle of red wine.

The night goes on, but their original intention had been interrupted by the two trying to figure out who sent the tray.

Obviously Alessia's first thought was Valentino, however, it wasn't really his style. Don't get her wrong, Valentino is romantic, but in a more "Let me take you somewhere in the middle of the night" type of way.

"Who do you think sent it?" The tailor asked, taking a sip of wine. "Have you made some friends around the paddock?"

The only other person that comes to mind is Biaggi, after all they did have that weird moment earlier today.

"Well there's this person..." She began, rubbing her hand anxiously. "...promise not to tell anyone." She pleads.

"Go on..." The tailor says devious, topping up her glass of wine.

"Well, Max Biaggi..."

Alessia is interrupted by the tailor's ear shatlaughtering laughter. "Never!" He chuckled. "He could never, you're not his type."

Alessia is surprised to feel hurt by the words of the tailor.

"It's not the matter of type, but the way he speaks to me it's..."

"Honey, he is from Rome, what did you expect? They're the Spartans of Italy."

"Right." Alessia sighed, hiding her angst.

The tailor caught on, "Nothing personal darling, but Biaggi's last girlfriend walked the runway of Victoria Secret. You must have gotten yourself one of those secret admirers, maybe a mechanic who has seen you walk by, although this might be a little above their paygrade." He taunts. "How refreshing."

It is with pleasure, Alessia escorts a bubbly Fernado out of her hotel room. It had been a long night and after a glass or two, the tailor seemed to go on and on about anything, (preferably himself).

She is disappointed with herself, seeing Esmeralda still up, watching television as she sat on the bed.

"Mama." She smiles, seeing Alessia enter the room.

"I'm sorry baby, Mama forgot about you, the loud man wouldn't leave."

They had just gotten ready for bed, when there was another knock on the door, the third one this evening. Alessia looks at the table, maybe the tailor forgot his glasses or something.

"Hey."

It is with light feet she opens the door to find a smiling Valentino leaning against the frame.

"Vale, what are you doing here?" She whispers.

Quickly she poked her head out to see if someone was to notice them, she then pulled him inside.

"Is she asleep, thought I'd come and say goodnight. I caught your friend walking down the hall just as I came out of the elevator, I had to hide in the lobby for almost two hours."

"You did what?" She said surprised.

Valentino smirks, planting a kiss on her cheek, "Don't worry it was worth it." He looks around eventually locating the bedroom. Unable to move her feet she watches him make his way towards the room. "Papa!" she heard Esmeralda jolt.

Valentino removes his shoes and makes himself comfortable next to Esmeralda. "What are you watching?" He asks, eyes on the TV. Esmerlada points to the TV not having the words to describe what she is seeing.

Alessia makes herself comfortable on the other side of Esmerlada, having her lay between her parents.

"How was your day?" Valentino asks, looking over to Alessia, his eyes glowing with the light from the TV. Alessia knows that she is in love.

"Good, how was yours?"

"Good, practice went well, I think qualifying could be interesting tomorrow."

When the night falls, they lay in the dark, the room quiet, only the low buzz from the TV heard breezing in the night. It is with the greatest admiration Alessia watches Valentino stroke Esmeralda's hair where she fell asleep against his chest.

"I love you." She whispers. Like saying it for the first time, all of her nerves engaged.

Valentino looked up with a slight surprise in his eyes. "Love you too." He stops stroking Esmerladas hair in order to stretch his arm across her limp body. Alessia follows his example and their hands intertwine as they met in the middle.

"Did she like the cookies I sent you?"

"The what? Alessia frowned.

Valentino with a raised eyebrow. "The cookies? I sent some to your room earlier, didn't you receive them?"

Alessia knows that she is in love.

"Oh, you mean the macarons, yeah we loved them."

The next day Alessia had woken up to Valentino already gone. Leaving Esmeralda to her confusion, imagining his presence last night.

Like the previous day Alessia and the tailor set up in the room slightly remote from Biaggi's garage, where they would stay put, preparing for another uneventful afternoon. Alessia brought a stack of cards with her, however the tailor prefered his magazines.

After lunch Alessia took Esmeralda on a walk through the paddock only to return in time for qualifying.

"Come, come! It's starting." The tailor waves as they reentered the room.

On their little TV screen the riders are shown hitting the track. The ultimate surround sound hearing the roar of the engines coming from right outside their walls.

"Baggy!" Esmeralda points, spotting the red bike of Biaggi.

As subtle as she could, Alessia covered Esmeraldas little mouth when the yellow bike of Valentino was shown on screen. It tickled having her words die underneath her palms.

"So who do you got for pole position?" The tailor asks.

"Valentino Rossi."

"Urgh, didn't know you were such a fangirl."

"Who do you have then?"

"Our boss of course, wouldn't wanna get on his bad side now would I."

"How original." She sighs.

As the qualifying session goes on, the battle isn't between Biaggi and Rossi at all, matter a fact, Valentino has been leading throughout the whole session, dominating every lap time.

"Pole position for Valentino Rossi as he dominates the Assen racetrack!"

"Ha!" Alessia teases, extending her tongue towards the tailor who rolls his eyes.

"I would keep it down If I were you, wouldn't want Biaggi to hear you, now would we?"

Alessia brushes his words away, she was too happy.

"Now what's he doing." the tailor muttered.

"What?"

On the TV screen Valentino is shown driving into the pits along with the second and third fastest rider. He goes to celebrate with his team who shrugs him dizzy. When he is face to face with the camera, he repeats the movement of bringing his knuckles together, bumping them against his chest.

"Together." Alessia mumbles.