She was Isabella "The Lightning" Leeves.
That name had been given to her from the moment she'd started racing professionally... a nickname earned because her driving was similar to a flash of lightning that was explosive, unpredictable and impossible to catch once she hit her stride.
She had built herself up from absolutely nothing, not like most of the racers in the circuit who'd had rich, wealthy parents funding their careers from childhood... buying them the best cars, the best coaches and the best opportunities from the moment they could walk.
Isabella's story was different.
Her father simply fixed engines at a local garage in a working-class neighborhood, coming home every night with grease under his fingernails and exhaustion in his eyes. Her mother cleaned offices for a living, working night shifts to make ends meet, sacrificing sleep so that Isabella and her younger brother could have food on the table and clothes on their backs.
