"Good morning, Elma." Dominic flips over a document when noticing me approaching the fridge.

"Good morning to you, Fratello." I search the fridge for my delicious strawberry yogurt, which I always eat after my morning practice.

Checking the fridge again, I thought I had at least one left. Glazing around the room, my eyes land on Dominic and the empty strawberry yogurt carton beside him. "Dominic, Did You Eat That Strawberry Yogurt?" I came out rough and pissed off.

"Yes?" He finally lifts his head from his paper.

"Oops, sorry Farfalla. I did know that was your yogurt?" Dominic looked sorry, but I was just overly mad.

One thing back at the estate that is known to everyone is, I Mean, Never Ever Eat Donna's Food. Because the last time someone had eaten my food, they had at least a whole week's worth of extra training from me. Ever since then, Luisa has insulted a mini fridge to prevent the situation from happening again.

"Yes, That Was! If Didn't Eat The Last One, It Would Have Been Ok, But You Ate The Last One, Dominic." I released my anger, being dramatic about my yogurt.

"How about I buy you more yogurt this evening for tomorrow?" Dominic locks eyes with me while showing genuine emotion that he is sorry.

"Fine, but make sure you get the same brand and flavor." I aggressively put the Expresso pod into the machine.

"Good morning, Neonata is there something wrong?" Dad enters the room, reading the emotions of the room.

"Yes, he ate my yogurt." I pointed the finger the Dominic.

"Don't worry, Papà. I am buying more this evening." Dominic sighed, reassuring Dad nonchalantly as he packed up the business papers.

"Ok, son..." Dad just responds, unsure of what to do.

"Good morning." Mateo comes into the kitchen cheerfully dressed like a bad boy with his ripped blue jeans and black open-buttoned Polo Shirt as he drags his half-awake twin behind him to the counter.

"Don't forget it's The Career Fair today! Who wants to ride with me?" I announced, pouring the Expresso into my red and black monarch butterfly travel mug.

"Me!" Romeo shoots up from his sleep state.

"That's not fair." Mateo comes out of the pantry with his chocolate protein shake.

"Hurry up, Mateo, or I will leave you behind," Elio yells from the garage doorway.

"Romeo, we must leave now if you don't want to be late." I quickly double-checked my black Satchel bag makes sure I packed my laptop and files.

"I got it, Sorellina!" Mateo rushes out of the living room swinging his school bag while wearing a Pacific Gove Tigers varsity jacket.

Now giving Dad a hug, I say goodbye, kissing him on the cheek while embracing me in a hug. "Have a good day, Neonata." He kissed me back on the head before I grabbed my keys.

Pulling out in my Red Dynamic, I paused right next to Elio's White Cross Hammer. "Wanna race?" Elio temps me into racing.

"What's your offer?" I go into business mode, seeing if I can get something out of participating.

"What are you thinking? Elio, is the current reigning champion?" Romeo exploded right next to me.

It's not really a surprise to me that Romeo was worried. If you take the racing statics, Mateo definitely will win against me, but it's not always about winning for me it's about the adrenalin run, the feeling of racing against people.

"The winner chooses the movie for tonight." I offered something that I am not afraid of losing.

"Deal!" Elio accepted with a cheeky grin.

"Go on, green, to the school's gate." Mateo set down the guidelines for the race.

Pushing the accelerator, we zoomed through the streets. Elio kept the lead for the first mile or so until we hit a right turn, in which I took the lead. It was back and forth on every turn, with Romeo screaming in my ear from all the 'turbulence.' For some reason going double digits makes me feel free like the world around me does not matter anymore. Now reaching the final stretch, we were both determined to win, but it was obviously clear that Mateo was still in the lead and champion.

Stepping out of my car, taking my brother's hand. Everyone around gasped upon seeing how stunning and similar I looked to my brothers. You could hear the whispers of the jealous people.

"Who is she?"

"Isn't that Mateo's spot?"

"What is she doing with Mateo?"

"She's just another 'whore' like Rachel."

"Has anyone explained that we are popular?" Romeo sheepishly scratches his head.

"You gotta be kidding me!" I glare at him with wide eyes.

"Sorry, Sorellina, but I will say this... threesomes or otherwise known as the three eldest, were more popular than us when they attended high school." Romeo expressed sympathy towards me.

"I guess there is no point in avoiding attention." I shrugged, grabbing my Satchel from the central console.

"Good luck, Sorella." Romeo steps out of my car in a cool fashion.

"Yeah, thx, dude." I take a deep breath, putting my fancy shades on.

"You had to park in my spot?" Elio looked pissed at me parking in his 'spot.'

"Does it have your name on it?" I fought back, playing with my brother.

"No," Elio rolled his eye and grumbled to himself.

"Elma, don't you need to sign in with the office?" Mateo interjects changes to convocation.

"I..."

"Do you need help finding it?" Mateo didn't even give me a chance to speak.

"I'm good, Mateo." I refused, wanting to get away from my brothers.

"Are you sure because you matter more than being late to class?" Romeo tries to earn an excuse for missing or being late to class.

"Go before I hit you on the head." I scolded them for pestering me.

"Ok, but don't hesitate to call us." Mateo attempts this time.

"Five, Four," I put my hands on my hips as I started counting backward, and they immediately scurried off.

Wandering the hallway, you could easily tell that this was a private school, from the white and gold designed walls to the shining white porcelain floors.

"Hello, I am the supervisor sent from BlackGuard," I announce my presence at the front desk.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Monti? Don't tell me you're related to the Monti brothers?" The old lady, who I think is Arabella from the nameplate, seemed shocked by my last name.

"You're correct, they are my older brothers." I looked at her board, wanting just to get my guest pass.

"If they are your older brothers aren't you young to be a supervisor?" Arabella questioned the nature of my response.

"Is there an age limit? On what I can't or can be?" I defend myself against her prejudice.

"I am sorry, Ms. Monti. This is your visitor's pass around the school." She hands me the yellow guest lanyard with the guest keycard attached. "And the gym is around the corner where the booths are set up." Arabella looked not happy about my non-emotional state.

Walking into the gym, you could see the different companies ranging from construction, technology, design, law, and security. Yesterday was all the small businesses versus today, the major companies are participating with their representatives like Monti Network, BlackGuard Technologies, Raya's Jewels, Colombo Costruzione, and Moda Scarlatta, which were present. It shocked me at first, but then I considered the fact that this is one of the ten top prestigious schools in Italy.

"Supervisor Monti, welcome to The BlackGuard Technologies booth; I'm Gemma." She bowed her head in respect for a second.

"Update," I keep it short and simple.

"There was a little trouble with setting up this morning, but otherwise, things have been good." Gemma updates me on the latest of the Career Fair.

Wait, what does she mean by booth trouble this morning? "Explain," I peaked interest in the incident.

"Originally, the booth was supposed to be at the entrance, but miscommunication landed us here in the middle." Gemma sighed, looking over to The Raya's Jewels booth.

"That's fine," I shrugged, not being picky about the location unless it's in a bad spot like the corner or the bathroom.

"Oh, Gemma, Gemma, who is this?" Herberto, the five-foot-nine young man wearing a dark suit, approaches Gemma in a cocky way.

"Supervisor Monti-"

"Wait, Monti, as in The Monti Family, owners of Monti Networks," Herberto speaks over connecting the dots.

"Your indeed current, I am Elma Monti, the daughter of Lorenzo Monti." He seemed taken aback by how cold I was.

"Then why are you with BlackGuard?" Herberto questioned curiously why I was not using my family name.

"I lived away and just recently moved back," I disclosed, but Herberto looked like he didn't get the answer he wanted.

Now glazing behind Herberto, I see one of the students lock eyes with me like she was looking for me. "Ms. Monti, I'm Principle Burton TA, Teresa. He wanted me to inform you that your brothers got into a fight." Teresa, who is wearing a sexy outfit, and showing off her curves, relayed the message.

"Cosa hanno fatto quegli idioti adesso (What did those idiots do now)?" I spoke in my native language, utterly pissed off.

R-I-N-G! R-I-N-G! My phone goes off, showing an unknown number on the screen. "Is this Sakai Rin? I am Arlette Costa from Pacific Gove Academy." Arlette's crackly old voice went through the phone.

"Yes, this is?" My voice had no emotion whatsoever.

"I am calling to inform you that Veronica Layton, Ilene O'Moore, Lloyd Coleman, Ted Rice, and Raymond Meyer have been in a fight. It says here you are the emergency contact?" Arlette laied down her intent.

"Indeed, that's correct, and I will pick them up." You could hear the anger in my tone.

"Have a good rest of your day Ms. Sakai." Arlette politely responded before I cut the call.

Those Falcons are definitely in trouble for fighting with my brothers, even with a direct order not to fight with them.