Luca

Chapter 1

Thylane

Thylane

Pavement covered in thick layers of snow came into my sight as I peek through the windows of my dorm room. It was time for the holidays again, that means it was time for me to go home. Los Angeles is where home is. I've been sick with the wet London weather throughout the semester that I couldn't wait to soak up all the sun when I get back to L.A. - although it would be much colder but I didn't care.

I put my laptop inside my carry-on bag and slung it over my shoulder. With a last look around my bed to see if I had forgotten anything else, I finally dragged my tiny suitcase as I made my way outside my dorm room.

Fortunately, my room was situated just after our school's north-wing; which means I wouldn't have to walk so far to reach the entrance of the school where my ride was probably already waiting for me.

As I was nearing the entrance of the school, a guy wearing a black suit approached me.

This must be my driver.

It was the usual. My dad sending one of his people to get me from my boarding school back to the confines of my home.

Some people might probably think it is unnecessary for my parents to send me to boarding school. More like in London, which was an ocean apart from them. I was the one who insisted attending a boarding school, specifically, here. I've done my research when I was a kid and luckily, they offer courses which was I was very eager to take.

I am currently in my last year right now, majoring in business. My family owns an airline company that go way, way back. Our great grandfathers built up the empire and now has expanded with hotel chains linked to the airline. We basically smell like old money.

I could say that I grew up with a golden spoon in my mouth but that didn't mean I lived my life swiping golden cards and waking up to a make-up team ready to tug on my hair and sculpt my face to perfection. I actually grew up knowing the value of every penny and I thank my humble family for that. That was my great grandfather's principle that he handed down to his sons and the future off-springs of the Ferragnis'.

Contrary to what the gossips that floated around the business world that my parents had force me to be part of their ever growing empire- business actually came naturally to me. When I was ten, I sneaked into my grandfather's office which showcased most of his airplane collection and somehow, I forgot about the barbie dolls and teddy bears sitting inside my room. I got fascinated by those little replicas of flying machines that I flopped on the floor like a dying fish begging my father to bring me to the airport to see the "real" things. From that moment on, I was groomed to be part of empire until this day.

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The flight from London to L.A. was not as terrible as I had expected. I had to take a private plane owned by my family and the accommodation was great as usual. I ate the whole ride and of course, the food was great. The moment I landed at the bottom of the steps of the airplane. I saw my brother standing in front of a Rolls Royce along with several securities. I have specifically asked them not to fetch me in a Limo because I just don't think it's necessary. That's why I can see at least three Rolls Royce in front of me.

"Have they not been feeding you at school?" My brother asked. Concern can be etched in his face.

"Seriously, I just came home from a semester in London and you're asking me if I I've been eating enough?" I scoffed but it never hid the smile forming on my lips.

My brother, Gabriel Ferragni, was now wearing is infamous smirk. He got my mother's sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and jaw line that could give you a deep cut. He was at least 6'2 and he's 6 years my senior. And not to mention he has a very good shade of tan which made my awfully pale skin jealous of his.