DELILAH STARES at the screen in disbelief, completely lost for words. All the sounds are drowned out as her hands are covering her mouth. She hears in the distance Christian Horner yelling over the radio.
     ''Max Verstappen, you are a Monaco Grand Prix Winner!''
     ''Hahaha, thank you, guys,'' Max laughs over the radio. ''That was simply lovely.''
     Delilah snaps back to reality by pushing the radio button. ''Awesome drive, Max,'' Delilah cheers. ''Absolute class.''
     ''Thank you. I am sure you have done your part in this race.''
     ''She absolutely did, mate,'' Gianpiero adds. ''Enjoy the lap.''

''That was some impressive work, Delilah,'' Christian compliments. ''You can be proud of yourself today by supporting GP and Hannah at your first Grand Prix.'' Christian's compliments cause Delilah to become naive.
     ''Thank you, Christian,'' Delilah smiles. Set aside the adrenaline, a heat creeps up her neck at the praises from the pit wall. It hasn't fully occurred what is happening. It will be, later.
     ''I vote Delilah on the podium for our constructor,'' Hannah announces, holding the radio button so Max can listen.
     ''What? No, I-'' Delilah defends, however, she is lost for words. Before she could utter another word, Christian already opened his mouth to speak.
     ''You deserve to be on that podium for the team,'' Christian says.
     ''I agree,'' Max votes. Delilah's attention snaps to the buttons and presses the one that connects with Max.
     ''You stay out of it,'' she snaps, which causes everyone to laugh.
     ''You really deserve this,'' Max continues. Delilah sits back and seems to realize it. She looks at Gianpiero, Hannah, and Christian who all look at her with the same expression -- pride.
     ''Okay! I will do it!'' Delilah confirms. Their joy sends another wave of adrenaline through her body. Hannah pats her on the shoulder for encouragement.
     ''Let's go and see Max,'' Christian says, taking his headphones off. Delilah copies his movement before following him to Parc Ferme. She paves the way to the barricade and then watches Max drive his car to the number one slot.

Max stands in his seat, putting the steering wheel back in its place. He steps out of his seat to stand on his car to cheer. His fist is thrown in the car to celebrate. He jumps off the car to sprint to his team. They greet him with cheering and pats on his helmet.
     ''Where is Delilah?'' Max shouts.
     ''Here!'' Delilah shouts and the mechanics even lift her to Max. He throws his arms around his sister.
     ''I'm proud, Maxie!'' she yells. Max tightens the hug and it is a chaotic situation. All the noises, the adrenaline, it is a mess.
     ''Get her over the barricade,'' Max orders. He returns to the steward to weigh himself. Meanwhile, the mechanics help Delilah over the barricade. She thanks them and questions them about the process. She has no clue what is expected of her.
     ''You head up the stairs with the drivers and you'll be announced at last,'' one of the mechanics, Chris, explains. ''You stand on the podium next to the number two, which is Leclerc in this race. Furthermore, you receive the trophy for Red Bull and get to spray champagne and celebrate with the drivers.'' It was difficult to hear Chris, but Delilah could make the most of it.
     ''Thank you so much,'' she shouts. David Coulthard is interviewing Valtteri Bottas as Delilah heads to Max and Charles. She keeps close to the shadow, waiting for the interviews to be over. She watches Charles during his interview. Once he was done, he handed the microphone to Max and headed to Delilah.
     ''Buongiorno,'' he smiles. ''I thought it was you in the shadows.'' A smile graces her lips and greets him.
     ''I did not wish to attract much attention,'' Delilah replies, fiddling with the clover at her neck. Charles' eyes briefly shift to her neck. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips. It brings him joy that she is wearing his necklace.
     ''Says the one who will be standing on a podium in a few minutes,'' he jokes. Delilah rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
     ''I did not initiate the idea, Hannah did,'' Delilah counters. ''Before I could give them a reason not to send me... Everyone agreed, meaning I had no choice.''
     ''It will be fun,'' Charles reassures. ''I'll drown you in champagne.'' A laugh ripples from her throat.
     ''How fun,'' Delilah laughs with a hint of sarcasm. Before they could exchange another set of words, Max and Valtteri joined them to walk up the stairs. A nervous knot forms in her stomach as she ascends the stairs. Max glances over his shoulder to see the distress in her eyes.
     ''Remember to have fun,'' Max reminds her. ''It is a celebration. There is nothing that could go wrong.'' Delilah sends him a smile, however, very much could go wrong. She could trip and make a fool of herself.
     ''It'll be alright,'' Charles reassures gently. They are waiting to be announced and it is Valtteri's turn since he is in third place.
     ''In second place... CHARLES LECLERC!'' Charles steps into the light and meets the crowd. It is special for him to be on the podium in Monaco. His dream is to win the Grand Prix of his homeland.
     ''And in first place... MAX VERSTAPPEN!''
     ''See you in a minute,'' Max says before heading to the podium. Delilah watches Max wave before standing on the podium. She sees the empty podium where she will be standing in a moment. Her breath catches in her throat as her heart beats in her ears.
     ''For the constructors, RED BULL'S DELILAH PARK VERSTAPPEN!'' Her name is announced. She took one firm breath, plastered a smile on her lips, and greeted the crowd. She hops on the podium plateau next to Charles and clasps her hands behind her back.
     ''Now, the Dutch national anthem.'' The band plays the Dutch national anthem and after that, the Austrian national anthem. Delilah's eyes roam over the crowd, which is mostly red. Ferrari red.
     After the national anthems, the trophies are handed out. Max raises his trophy to which the crowd roars. Delilah receives her trophy and searches for Gianpiero and Hannah in the crowd. She finally finds them and points a finger at them with a wide smile on her face. They cheer and clap with wide smiles.
     Delilah sets down the trophy and watches what the three drivers are doing. They are reaching for their champagne bottles, so she copies their movement. However, she realizes too late that they are running up to her with their bottles... Valtteri, Max, and Charles soak Delilah in champagne. A high-pitched screech ripples from her throat once the cold liquid meets her body. She tries to spray them in return as she laughs.
     They keep on laughing and they cheer their bottles from taking large sips from them. She runs a hand through her soaking wet hair.
     ''Delilah!''
     She turns to see the three standing on the podium. She jogs up to the plateau and stands between Max and Charles. The Monegasque wraps his arm around her waist for the photo. The flow of adrenaline is too great for Delilah to notice. After the photos are taken, they descend the stairs. Max, Charles, and Valtteri are heading to their post-race conference while Delilah makes her way back to the Red Bull garage.

She puts down the trophy and sits in her seat at the pit wall. It all seems to come back at her, the emotions. The adrenaline wears off and she is back on earth. She glances at the garage where the mechanics are working on the car.
     ''That is what you call a debut.''
     Delilah glances aside to see Alex approaching her with a smile. She sends him a smile and accepts his high-five.
     ''This was such a rollercoaster,'' she laughs. ''I'm exhausted.''
"You better chuck down a few Red Bull cans to survive the party that is building up," Alex laughs and offers her a can of the energy drink. She accepts the can and pops it open.
"Will you be there too?" she questions, tasting the sweet taste of an energy drink. Alex nods before leaving for his garage.

Since neither Charles, Valtteri nor Max have returned, Delilah heads to the media conferences. It is until then that she is noticed by the Dutch TV, Ziggo Sport.
''Delilah?'' She stops in her tracks, recognizing the voice that is calling her. She looks around and her eyes fall upon the TV crew in orange.
   ''Jack?'' Delilah asks surprised. Jack tilts his head and opens his arms.
''That is me,'' he smiles and gestures for her to join him. Delilah walks toward them and bows her head. Jack continues to speak in their native language.
''Freshly arrived in Monaco and assisted GP on Max's win. Can we confirm this is your debut in the sport?'' Jack questions, causing Delilah to chuckle humbly.
''Well, that depends on Christian Horner,'' Delilah grins, causing Jack to smile as well.
''But tell me, the pit wall, a headset, you were talking to Max during the race. Can you talk us through it?'' Jack questions.
"Max got me a paddock pass and I don't remember how I ended up at the pit wall, but I helped,'' she explains. ''GP showed me how everything worked and I just rolled into it as if I've been working there for years.''
''That sounds lovely and we hope to see you at the track more frequently,'' Jack smiles. Delilah smiles and bows her head. She crosses paths with Max, who sighs in relief.
''There you are,'' he sighs. ''Couldn't find you anywhere.'' Delilah points over her shoulder, telling him where she is. Max glances over his shoulder to see the Ziggo TV crew.
''Jack Plooij caught my attention and asked me a few questions,'' Delilah explains. They head back to the garage where the mechanics are setting up for the celebration. Max and Delilah both receive a can of Red Bull. They sit next to each other behind the trophies. Several photographers are flashing their cameras before the chaos breaks loose. The energy drink splashes through the air as all the mechanics aim for Max, Delilah, Alex, and Christian.
It is such a fun tradition and to be honest, it is fun to be a part of it. Once the chaos has settled down, Delilah takes a look at her phone. She has quite some messages. Her heart skips a beat once she reads the names on her screen.

✆ MESSAGES now
Aeron Westfall
Hey Delilah,
Long time no see

✆ MESSAGES now
Jos
Well, well, well
Guess who finally showed up

Delilah hears the voice of her brother in the distance. She forces her attention on her brother, however, he notices her startled expression.
''Everything alright?'' Delilah remains silent and shows Max her phone. He shifts his gaze from his sister to her phone.
''Hey, Delilah. Long time no see,'' he mutters. ''Aeron Westfall... Well, well, well... Dad?'' Confusion spreads across his face but by the look of his sister's face, she is not happy to receive those messages. Without saying another word, he pulls her into his arms.
''We'll figure this out together,'' he whispers. ''Who is this Aeron?''
''That uni fling,'' Delilah whispers. A cold hand grasps her heart by seeing her father's name.
''And dad?'' Delilah shakes her head, she does not want to talk about it now. Not tonight, not when he has just won a grand prix.
''Not now,'' she replies softly.
''Okay,'' Max replies. ''We will figure this out, Jeongwha.''