This morning I woke up, looked at my phone, and cried.
The first thing I saw on my feed was a grainy paparazzi shot of my favourite celebrity, Lewis Hamilton spending quality (read: sexy) time with one Kim Kardashian. I felt betrayed.
Apparently, the two of them were spotted together at Estelle Manor in the Cotswolds (must be nice).
And then, just as my tears had started to dry into a salty paste on my face, I saw a video of them getting out of a car together and entering a very romantic-looking hotel in Paris.
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Look, logically, their relationship makes sense. On paper, it's a PR manager's wet dream. They're both disgustingly rich, internationally famous, super attractive and most importantly, their height ratio is aesthetically ideal (he's 5'8(ish), she's 5'2). It's the golden ratio for red-carpet photographers. Plus, they're age-appropriate, which in Hollywood is basically a miracle.
But for both of them, this isn't just a romance. No, no, that's too easy… It's something way more sinister… It's a business strategy.























