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Skye listened closely as her boyfriend vented about a family lunch turned sour, something she understood all too well. The more she listened to him talk, the more she realized just how much they bonded over being misunderstood by their families. Cole’s voice was tight as he paced the balcony. “They act like I’m doing this on purpose,” he said, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Like I chose to have a custody agreement that feels like a hostile negotiation every damn week. Then my mom brought up some senator’s son who just got married in some castle like it was supposed to make me feel bad or something. I started to tell her that guy probably doesn’t have an ex who calls lawyers like it’s her actual fucking job.” Cole paused long enough to take a sip of his scotch, then leaned against the railing. “It’s always about appearances with them. They think if I were married, everything would just… stabilize. That I’d be someone they could be proud of again.”

Skye sat cross-legged on the sofa, sipping from her glass of wine, watching him and listening closely. “You know,” she began, casually, “a few couples I know got engaged last week and one got married. All high-profile..” She smirked a little, letting her words settle as she got up and snaked her arms around his waist. “Apparently, this time of year is popular for engagements. Public opinion shifts when you give people a love story to root for… It’s marketable.” Her voice was light, but her green irises carried weight. “Not that I’m saying we should be strategic,” she added, knowing full well she was.

Cole looked over his shoulder, one brow arched. “Are you hinting right now?” Skye shrugged and gave him a coy smile. “I’m just saying… it could just be a decision we make before your parents have more to complain about and you’ve been great throughout this… um, process.” Her voice dropped. “And maybe it makes everything a little easier for both of us. The Ferrero name isn’t exactly positive right now so I wouldn’t mind trading it in for yours. Plus, I have a feeling I could persuade your ex to be a little more reasonable.” Cole was quiet for a second, but he gave her a look of understanding before pulling her into a hug.

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⁽⁺¹⁾ new article from Forbes

House of Cards: Giovanni Ferrero’s Empire Crumbling

For decades, Ferrero SpA, the company behind brands such as Nutella and Kinder, has strategically cultivated an image of warmth and indulgence, synonymous with luxury confections. But behind the advertisements and branding lies a different reality; one of internal chaos. 

Giovanni Ferrero, the reclusive billionaire at the center of the business, has positioned himself as the visionary force driving the company forward for years. Yet, in recent months, his leadership has been overshadowed by controversy as we’ve reported. The backlash against the large company comes at a precarious time, as a series of these articles have already begun to erode its once-impenetrable reputation. 

The decision to appoint Giovanni’s daughter, Lauren Ferrero, as CEO was initially positioned as a strategic move to modernize the brand, yet it has only further exposed the company's crumbling foundation. Insiders describe the oldest Ferrero daughter as woefully unprepared, a figurehead lacking the strategic acumen necessary to steer the confectionery giant. “Nepotism can only carry you so far,” one industry expert noted. “Lauren’s leadership, or lack thereof, is proving to be one of his [Giovanni’s] greatest misjudgments.”

Critics argue that Giovanni’s tight grip on the company has left little room for innovation, and his refusal to acknowledge his missteps only cements his growing legacy as a leader detached from reality. We reached out to family members for comments and they declined. As the board faces increasing scrutiny, investors are beginning to question whether the family dynasty can survive its own mistakes.

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Cincinnati and Las Vegas are the latest cities to join Skye Brew on the Sprudge Map. The buzzy, high-design café concept launched by none other than Nutella heiress and entrepreneur Skye Ferrero currently has four locations in Miami, Los Angeles, Rhode Island and New York.

The Cincinnati location is set for a soft opening on April 29th, with a full grand opening planned for May 6th. Meanwhile, the Las Vegas location is currently in development, with sources close to the brand teasing, “something bold, experiential, and distinctly Skye with unique programming that will redefine the coffee shop experience.”

The expansion comes at a time when Ferrero’s family company, Ferrero SpA, is under scrutiny in the press, facing backlash over recent internal shakeups, abuse allegations and reformulation controversies. But while the legacy brand navigates public opinion, Skye Brew is thriving. The coffee shop has been earning praise for its sleek interiors, delicious seasonal menus, and a rapid growing social media presence that have gained a loyal following on both coasts.

Skye herself has remained largely silent about Ferrero’s issues, choosing instead to focus on growing her own ventures. “I’ve built something of my own,” she told a source recently. “And the momentum we’re seeing with Skye Brew is really nice. I’m just so proud that I didn’t allow expectations to stop me from reaching my goals.”

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Skye paced the length of her penthouse, brunette tresses still damp from a shower but that didn’t stop her as she recounted her latest blowout with Gia. “And it’s not even about the guy,” she said, her tone sharp. “It’s the principle. You just don’t do that….whatever. You get it.” She shook her head, the memory of Gia’s smug shrug and reckless defiance in her eyes still fresh. “And every time I talk to her, she blows it off. She wouldn’t even apologize. She told me I was being dramatic. Dramatic! Me? Dramatic.”

Cole snickered before quipping, “Who would ever call you dramatic?” He leaned against the marble kitchen counter, arms folded, watching her. Skye stopped pacing long enough to glance at him. “Ha ha, very funny. And then she brought up everything… like everything. Deep stuff about me and some stuff about us. She said that I always make everything about me.” Skye paused, trying to erase the vitriol of Gia’s voice from her memory. “I told her she’s always chasing after guys and wanting attention from them. I started to say more but I genuinely didn’t want to go there but she took it there.” Her voice got quieter as she filled a tea kettle with water. “I didn’t even mean it. Not like that at least…” she trailed off while placing the kettle on the stove.

There was a long pause before Cole finally walked over and pulled her gently into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She didn’t protest and she didn’t even cringe when he held her, oddly enough she felt relieved. “It just got really really ugly and I’m sad because she’s like my favorite person in the world,” she mumbled against his chest, her voice soft. “We said shit that we can’t take back and I just don’t like this feeling of fighting with my sisters.” Skye wasn’t used to being on the outs with Gia and the longer this continued, the worse she felt. “Just go lay down and I’ll bring the tea to you. Try not to think about it too much because you both just need space. She needs your support and you need her to be accountable; that’s an easy fix,” Cole said while ushering her towards her room.

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💎 theicylife: season 𝟐, episode 𝟏. ★︎ ❞

“we doing this again, huh?” voiceover played on top of the instrumental to ‘rock your hips’, laughter slipping from between lush duo. “she’s baaack! oh, and she is me, duh!” camera displayed saweetie exiting her vehicle and entering a building with her film crew—shielding herself from the sprinkle of rain with her louis vuitton scarf.

∞ “the last time you saw me i was mending friendships, returning to the stage, creating music, navigating social scrutiny, negotiating contracts—and even though my life looks glamorous and fab, it ain’t always what it’s caked up to be. trust me.” dark hues batting eyelashes with reassurance to back up her statement, lips forming a smirk across her facial features. “so, over the last few months, i’ve been working with good compenny & larussell—they’re amazing, teaching me ways to evolve my music for a more mature ear. doing it my way, but having fun doing it.”

she blew over her warm cup of tea, it was her usual routine before ever stepping into the booth. the beverage smoothed her throat and vocal chords a great deal. “how you been, girl? how’s the new music comin’?” larussel asked with genuine curiosity. “um, you know, it depends on who you’re asking,” subtle hints of shade towards her record label: warner bro music. “but for me, i love it. i think i’m making the best music of my career right now. i’m becoming so tired of everyone wanting to hear this version of me, that version of me. no one wants to sit, listen, and appreciate the growth and wide spread of topics in the music.” she shrugged, her expression was telling that she’d been in her head about the way her career was turning out.

∞ “the last thing that i want is a few years from now, someone says ‘what ever happened to the icy girl? what was her name again?’ one minute i’m told, ‘no, rap about your education & how it feels to be a college graduate!” or “rap about other things than sex,” so i did that, then its like ‘but wait, humble yourself! we don’t care about how much you spent in hermés. it’s confusing to say the least.”

saweetie and crew sat inside of the studio and co-wrote a rap for her to perform in a live room with everyone around. she was proud of what they came up with—feeling like it sounded like what she wanted, for the first time in a long time realizing that’s the only thing that mattered. “thank you guys so much, this was so dope. i appreciate it!” she expressed her goodbye in waves and hugs, stealing their coffee mug of tea on her way out.

∞ “today i’m meeting with one of my closest friends, skye—for those who don’t know, she’s an heiress to the ferrero chocolate brand, socialite, and businesswoman. we’ve been friends for years at this point and with all the stress i’ve been under, i called her for a lil’ shopping spree day.”

one of chanel’s favorite thing about the saweetie brand was that she’d always been able to market her way into multiple revenues and businesses—and what way to share her newest offer with one of her closest friends: skye. they shared a similar work ethic and it only felt right they’d link for a shopping spree so the pair of besties could catch up. “hey, baby gworl! wassup?” lips curved into a smirk while entering the chanel store with opened arms, extending them around her friend’s neck. “i’m sorry i’m late,” she apologized. “traffic was crazy out there today, girl. what’s been up?”

perusing the bag options in the high end store, skye sported a pair of balenciaga jeans with an eterne black crop top that she paired with black adidas sambas and her vintage black lambskin chanel bag. her golden tresses were gathered in a low bun held by a black scrunchie as she walked confidently through the sleek interior of the store. when chanel arrived, her lips curled into a warm smile. “well if it isn’t ms. chanel herself! hi, baby! you look so gorgeous.” she complimented while hugging her. “don’t worry! and girl, just trying to open up this restaurant and i’ve been brainstorming with gia for some fresh onda ideas. what about you?”

“thank you, pretty! you always look hella’ fine yourself,” pearly whites shone through a grin, pulling away from the warm embrace. “oh, yeaaah! how’s that? i can’t even imagine opening up my own restaurant, i’m sure it’s so stressful. makeup and clothing brands are one thing, but a restaurant? i’m so proud of you, friend.” chanel smiled while lengthy acrylics held up a pink, quilted calfskin flap bag—eyes scanning over the expensive details, placing it back down on the shelf against the wall. “you know, just working. work, work, work,” giggles escaping lush pair while lifting the exact same bag prior, but in black. “i’m working on my music, but i’m also collaborating with some major brands too. life is good—chaotic, but it’s been good.”

doing a quick twirl, the heiress smiled again. “thank you, beautiful! it’s just something about us scorpios.” when asked about her restaurant, light irises flickered with excitement and a faint hand clap came seconds after. “i’m so glad you asked! girl, it’s been so much work but luckily it’s not just me opening it. i feel like when you have a partner things are a little bit less chaotic. but thank you, girly, i can’t wait for you to be able to taste some of the items. i know you’ll love the spicy vodka pasta.” as the heiress listened to her friend, she pointed in approval when chanel picked up the black bag. “oooh, working with some big brands? you know i’m nosy so spill!”

chanel flashed a cheeky smile in the direction of her friend, maintaining the clutch she had on the black bag. “you know i’m a foodie, i’ll be one of your first customers and that spicy vodka pasta will definitely be at the top of my list.” chuckling, she waved in the direction of one of the employees to come over and grab the expensive bag she selected — reverting her attention back towards skye while they’d go box her item at the front. “i’m so glad that you asked ‘cause you the first to know, but i’m launching a lip kit collaboration with mac cosmetics this winter. glosses, lipsticks, the whole nine—and i was recently offered a chance to work with jack daniels in 2025. my lawyer is still looking over the contract and we’re in between negotiations, but it’s looking like.. a yes,” she smirked, clasping her hands together while watching her friend.

skye smiled as she listened, fingers grazing the soft leather of a quilted purse she’d been eyeing. “oh my god, the mac collab is hugeee. you have to do a party or something major,” she said genuinely, because she was actually thrilled about that part. skye had always been her biggest cheerleader. but the jack daniels deal? that hit different. her grip tightened on the bag’s chain as her lips curled into a practiced smile, the kind of politeness she had mastered. “jack daniels, though?” she let out a soft laugh, tilting her head just slightly before placing the purse down. “it’s… an interesting choice.” she reached for the purse again, flipping it open idly, using the movement as a moment to steady herself before glancing back at chanel. “i mean, i get it. business is business,” she added smoothly, keeping her voice light, though there was an undeniable undercurrent beneath it. “just didn’t think whiskey was your thing. what are you supposed to do with them?”

glossed duo formed a greater smile, digesting the praise and mutual excitement for the mac cosmetics collaboration — if chanel was known for one thing other than expensive jewelry, it was her lipgloss obsession, so the lip kit line made all the sense for the ‘saweetie’ brand. however, the more skye spoke, her smile slowly faded with knitted brows. “it’s just a photoshoot to endorse the brand, but like you said—business is business, what do you mean whiskey isn’t my thing? girl, money is my thing,” she awkwardly chuckled, interlocking her once clasped hands before her lower body. “i mean, is there a problem?” tilting her head with curiosity expressed, she watched intently.

skye kept her expression measured, fingers grazing over the quilted bag, but the sting was undeniable. she wasn’t the type to be upset over business moves — in her mind at least. she understood the game better than most but this felt personal. chanel’s words sat between them as skye maintained her composure. she could respect the hustle, sure, but it didn’t change the fact that chanel had chosen to endorse a competing liquor brand when she knew skye owned onda. taking a slow breath, she placed the bag down and finally looked up, eyes meeting chanel’s with a cool sort of detachment. “i wouldn’t call it a problem,” she said smoothly, though the weight in her voice suggested otherwise. “just didn’t realize we were moving like that now. i personally wouldn’t have done it to you, but hey… everyone’s different.”

the air grew thick, similar to the tension that quickly increased between the friends’ back and forth verbiage — though they managed to remain calm in the vicinity of the luxurious store. besides, they were both well-respected names in the city of los angeles, and neither played when it came to their reputation and private lives. “moving like what? how was i supposed to know tequila and whiskey were rival bevs? baby, i just drink liquor and call it a day—“ chanel bit back a chuckle of slight annoyance, glancing around the room before returning her attention back towards skye. “i think you’re doing a lot, like this endorsement doesn’t seem crazy to me at all. i mean, onda hasn’t sponsored me yet. but, hey,” she gently tapped her friends’ shoulder. “i guess every business is different too.”

∞ “one minute we’re catching up then the next i’m getting pressed for being the businesswoman she knew me to be? like, hello?! out of all of my friends i expected her to understand the business side of things the most—but maybe this is why they say you can’t mix business with pleasure. or in this case: celebrate your accomplishments with other people who are in that same field. i think it’s ridiculous, it’s stupid.”

skye exhaled slowly as chanel’s words lingered in her mind. it was almost laughable. skye kept her lips together, willing herself to stay composed, even as irritation bubbled in her chest. ‘𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙧 ���𝙚𝙧’ as if their friendship, their history, wasn’t enough reason for chanel to support her brand without a check being cut first. she knew how the industry worked, knew loyalty was a fleeting thing when money was involved, but it still stung because they were close friends, or so she thought. “well, girl, it’s not about whiskey versus tequila,” skye finally murmured, glancing at her friend. “it’s about you knowing what i’m building and still choosing to promote someone else’s brand like it means nothing. it sends a message.” she picked up another bag, inspecting it with feigned indifference before placing it back, though her voice was cool, measured. “but if you see it as just another deal then maybe i 𝙖𝙢 doing a lot. i just thought we were better friends than that. silly me.” she flashed a smile, but the warmth didn’t quite reach her eyes. glancing down at her audemars watch, she sighed. “well, i have tennis in a few so i’ve gotta go. good luck, boo.”

“does it send a message or are you just taking it the wrong way? like, let’s be for real. i don’t see their brand as competition for you, and vice versa. you’re being dramatic, girl.” chanel grew frustrated, but still decided to play nice to prevent any permanent damage to their friendship. releasing a sigh once skye realized she had to go, she absentmindedly rolled brown hues while shaking her head. “okay, bye girl,” she watched her friend exit the building, with clear irritation mirrored—upset that their hangout ended with tension. “girl, bye,” she mumbled, handing her card to the clerk and retrieving the black, chanel bag that stored her neatly packaged luxury. “thanks.” pedicured feet strutting towards the checkout counter—completing her purchase.

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Midday sun spilled through the trees in the outdoor courtyard of the famed Chateau Marmont. Skye adjusted her sunglasses, her mood unreadable. She needed a change of scenery, and if she was going to sulk following her argument with Gia, she might as well do it from a suite at the Chateau.   

Lauren arrived five minutes later in a blazer and vintage Chanel earrings, her hair sleek and parted with precision, a contrast to her younger sister who looked like she just stepped off of someone’s tour bus after a wild night, brown hair disheveled and red eyes hidden behind designer lenses. She slid into the seat across from Skye and gave her a once-over.  

“You look… miserable,” Lauren noted, lifting a menu.  Skye playfully rolled her eyes. “Good to see you, too.” 

A waiter appeared to take their order, and they rattled off their selections. Lauren opted for the Kale Greens & Feta salad, Skye ordered the Tomato and Arugula salad she knew she’d only pick at. Once the waiter disappeared, Lauren folded her hands under her chin, studying her sister.  

“What’s going on with you?” she asked. “L.A. isn’t usually your escape of choice.”  

Skye exhaled, leaning back in her chair. “I just needed to breathe. I needed…” She waved a hand vaguely. “Something else.”  

Lauren nodded, not pushing further.  A moment passed before Skye leaned in, dropping her voice just enough. “But actually, we need to talk about Gia.”  

Lauren blinked. “What about her?”  

Skye leaned in across the table and Lauren met her halfway. She whispered in her ear, not wanting too many ears in their conversation. 

Lauren’s lips parted slightly. “What? No she didn’t,” the oldest Ferrero sister said with a laugh. She knew Skye was either lying or just trying to be funny. Skye nodded, watching as realization dawned on Lauren’s face.  

“Oh, shit. You’re serious,” Lauren whispered, finally grasping the weight of it. Skye let out a humorless laugh. “I wish I wasn’t.”  Lauren groaned, rubbing her temples. “What the hell was she thinking?”  

“She wasn’t,” Skye said, taking a sip of her water before reaching into her bag and grabbing a fresh Virginia Slim from her vintage container. She lit it and immediately took a drag, the menthol lingering on her taste buds. “And now, I’m caught in the middle of it because… you know. Then she has the nerve to curse me out in front of Monte when I brought it up yesterday and told her she was wrong. Then she starts this commentary on how I swoop in and take her- whatever. I'm not used to this arguing with her."

Lauren sighed, sitting back in her seat. “Okay, we need to get ahead of this. Damage control. Gia is… Gia, which means she probably doesn’t even see the issue and maybe this is just like.. a cry for help. But in her defense because I know where you were going with that... how would you feel if like I opened a record label with Emerie or Chanel?”  

“She thinks it’s not a big deal,” Skye said, eyes narrowing. “I told her it was reckless and she intimated that I wasn't a good sister and I didn't care about her feelings. Well, I see your point but her and I had that talk already so I don't know."

Lauren tapped her nails against the table, thinking. “Gia listens to you more than she listens to me. Talk to her again but really hear her out and try not to like accuse her of anything. You can be hella accusatory in your delivery and no one likes that.”  

Skye exhaled, considering it. Their food arrived then, momentarily pausing the conversation. Skye twirled a fork through her salad, appetite officially gone.  “I swear,” she muttered, “Gia is going to be the death of us.”  

Lauren laughed. “She keeps things interesting, I’ll give her that.”  Skye sighed dramatically. “I just don't want to get mom and dad involved but like honestly, I'm worried about her.”  

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Skye tilted her wine glass slightly, swirling the deep red liquid as she fixed her gaze on Cole. They were seated in the quiet corner of a private club, the dim lighting casting a soft glow across Cole’s sharp features. “You know,” she began, her voice smooth and casual, “Raffinata is shaping up so well. I can already see it making waves in Miami. A little good press could go a long way too. Just a small mention —nothing flashy, of course.” She paused, studying Cole’s reaction over the rim of her glass. 

Cole raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He wasn’t oblivious to her subtleties; he never was. Their relationship was complicated; Skye with her ambition, and Cole with his family’s empire, a legacy he neither fully embraced nor entirely rejected, similar to her. He knew she wasn’t with him out of a deep romantic longing; it’s Valentine’s Day weekend and here she is talking business — but his parents had been clear that it was time for him to settle down, and someone with Skye’s pedigree and charm fit the bill perfectly. It was a chess move for them both. 

But the unspoken understanding between them didn’t make their dynamic any less complex. Cole leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his voice low but teasing. “So you’re saying you want me to casually mention Raffinata to my father? You know how he feels about mixing business with… personal connections, especially coming from me.” Skye laughed lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m just saying that a well-timed feature or segment could make a world of difference. It’s not like I’m asking for a cover story.” She let her smile linger, her tone confident as she rested her hand against his forearm. “Besides, it’d reflect well on you too —supporting your girlfriend’s big venture. That’s the kind of story people love to see.” 

Cole sighed, leaning back in his chair with a resigned chuckle. “You don’t play fair, do you?” Skye’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “I don’t have to,” she replied smoothly, raising her glass for a toast. “To partnerships…The mutually beneficial kind," the heiress quipped with a wink.

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Skye walked the trail’s rugged terrain, her breath already shortening from the steep incline. Her surroundings were peaceful though — a warm breeze, the sound of distant birds. But none of it was enough to cut through the thick tension hanging between her and Lauren. 

She had expected a luxurious safari, maybe some wine tasting, not a phone detox with a side of forced reconciliation. Their younger sister, Gia, had orchestrated all of it. Dragging them all the way to a remote hiking trail, only to conveniently pair off with their mother, leaving Skye and Lauren alone. It was classic Gia. 

For a while, they walked in silence, the sound of their boots crunching against dirt and gravel filling the space. Skye kept her gaze ahead, focusing on the trail in the distance rather than the unspoken tension beside her. “You could at least pretend like you want to be here,” Lauren muttered, breaking the silence and pulling Skye from her thoughts.

Skye scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, you think I’m excited to be dragged into some forced bonding exercise?” She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “You can thank Gia for that, boo.”  

Lauren exhaled sharply. “Skye, we might as well talk. You may hate me but Giana’s the one who put this together so at least make an effort for her.”

Skye stopped walking, turning toward her older sister with narrowed eyes. “You don’t get it? You stabbed me in the back, twisted the knife then took the fucking knife out and stabbed me in the heart. I would’ve never done that to you,” she expressed while gesturing with her hands.

Lauren stopped a few steps ahead, hands on her hips, glaring back. “Dad made his decision. You were never going to take the role. Why does it even matter?” 

Skye let out a bitter laugh. “It’s not just about dad choosing you, Lauren. It’s about why he chose you.” Her voice sharpened, years of frustration rising to the surface. “Because you were the good daughter, the one who stayed, the one who followed his rules. Meanwhile, I built my own shit, and apparently, that made me less worthy in his eyes. You’re perfect Lauren, Gia’s his favorite and then there’s me.” 

Lauren’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t back down. “What was I supposed to do, Skye? Turn it down? Tell him to pick you instead, even though you didn’t want the job?”  

“That’s not the point! At the very least, a heads up would’ve been nice.”

For a moment, Lauren said nothing and just rolled her eyes. Before Skye could think, she shoved her. Not hard, but enough to get her attention. “Don’t fucking ignore me,” Skye yelled. 

Lauren barely stumbled before shoving her back. “Are you good? What the hell’s wrong with you?” she asked before walking away. 

Skye clenched her fists, something childish and primal stirring in her. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was cellphone withdrawal, maybe it was the months of silence between them, or all of the horrible things she said about her last time they spoke but suddenly, all she wanted was to push harder, to make Lauren feel the anger she had. So she did.  

Lauren caught herself, her eyes darkening before she frantically swung—her slap landing on Skye’s neck. Skye retaliated instantly, smacking Lauren in the face.  

“Are you serious?” Lauren barked before swinging on Skye then shoving her again. Skye shoved her back with full force, making her trip and fall. “Yeah, you’re always talking shit so shut up sometimes.” 

Lauren let out an exasperated groan before swiping at Skye’s ankle, just enough to throw her off balance. “You’re so fucking annoying.”  

Skye stumbled as she tripped over a rock and fell next to Lauren. She let out a frustrated laugh, breathless from the ridiculousness of it all. “And you’re a bitch,” she shot back.  

Lauren huffed as they both stood up and wiped the dirt from their hands and bodies. They stood there, chest heaving, dust settling around them as their adrenaline cooled. Then, to Skye’s surprise, Lauren let out a breathless laugh. “This is so us,” Lauren said, shaking her head.  

Skye exhaled with a faint nod, wiping sweat from her brow. “Yeah. Toxic as hell.” For a moment, neither of them spoke. 

Finally, Lauren sighed. “Look, dad picking me doesn’t mean he doesn’t respect you. You’re the only one of us who built something without him. That scares him. He doesn’t control you the way he does me. Maybe that’s why he chose me—because he knew you wouldn’t let him. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing so a lot of decisions are still his but I’m enjoying the check,” she teased playfully.  

Skye blinked and nodded her head slowly, allowing Lauren’s words to settle. She had spent so much time resenting her sister that she had never really considered that.

“I don’t want this to be us forever,” Lauren continued. “I miss my sister. DJ misses zia Skye. And if it takes a forced hike in the middle of nowhere to fix that, then… maybe Gia wasn’t completely insane.”  

Skye sighed, glancing down at the dirt path, kicking a small rock aside. “I don’t want this to be us either. I just need my sister to really be my sister,” she admitted. She looked up at Lauren, flashing a soft smile.  

“If it means anything,” Lauren said softly, “I’m not trying to push you away. Maybe I haven’t done a good job of showing that and really being that big sister you need.”

Skye studied her sister, searching for sincerity in her eyes. “Then let’s figure out a way to work together,” she said finally, her voice steadier now. 

Lauren nodded, a small smile creeping onto her face. “Yeah, I’d like that.” Lauren offered a hand. “Friends again?”  

Skye rolled her eyes but took it. “Sisters first,” she corrected before pulling her into a hug.  

Lauren squeezed her tight before pulling away. “Come on. We have a long way to go and we can’t let Gia and mom beat us.”  

As they continued their walk, the tension between them began to ease. Not perfect, but for the first time in months, it felt like they were on the same side and they had Gia to thank for it.

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Skye Ferrero and Navy Roe made a surprise appearance at their Raffinata restaurant pop-up in Miami over the weekend — and looked gorgeous while doing so.

On Sunday, January 26, the reality stars turned entrepreneurs stopped by their brand's pop-up located at Ferrero’s Skye Brew Cafe Wynwood location, where fans were able to pose for photo opportunities, enjoy light bites, and shop exclusive merch. 

There was a small tasting station complete with options from a hybrid menu. The menu included Skye Brew classic lattes with Italian twists and served with small pastries like cannoli, tiramisu, and nutella covered biscotti. Of course they served Italian drinks like espresso, americanos and affogato to pair with guest’s pastries and desserts from Raffinata. 

Sweet treats weren’t the only thing sampled. The menu also offered a classic caesar salad, described as romaine lettuce, parmagiano reggiano, and spicy croutons; panino prosciutto, a sandwich with sliced prosciutto di parma, aged balsamic, bufala mozzarella, arugula, and tomato; and finally their panino vegetariano with roasted eggplant, house pomodoro, 36 month parmigiano, and fresh mozzarella.  

Once visitors were settled, Roe introduced the head chef, Jamie Ricci, and allowed her to talk about the restaurant’s concept, ingredients, and techniques, making the experience more personal. Raffinata will officially open its doors on February 13th and will be located in Miami’s Design District. 

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𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 reluctantly agreed to meeting her older sister, Lauren, for lunch at her house. They argued over petty things all the time, but this was uncharted territory for them. After parking her car, 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 knocked on the door and her sister’s nanny opened it. The heiress walked in and immediately gravitated toward her nephew. She bent down and hugged him tight before planting kisses against his cheek. “Che bello. You’re just too cute, DJ!” she said with a smile before glancing up at her older sister. 

“Skye,” Lauren said, her voice cool but not unfriendly. “I’m glad you came.” She greeted, her curls perfectly defined with a smile that was way too sweet. Lauren hoisted DJ onto her hip, her hand fixing his curls. “Lulu turned on your favorite show, wanna watch?” The two sisters smiled as the energetic child nodded and Lauren whisked him off to his room. When she returned, she sat at the table in her kitchen with 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀. “Hey.”

“Hey,” 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 said as she adjusted her ponytail, feeling entirely too aware of the distance that had grown between her and her older sister. As the chef placed the porcelain plates in front of them, 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 was busy texting Gia and Montero. Looking up, she offered a polite thank you then focused her gaze on the salad in front of her. She took small bites before washing it down with a measured sip of her iced green tea. “So, I came here to express my feelings about CEO gate and how it all made me feel because I won’t lie, Thanksgiving was hella awkward.” Lauren took a bite out of her salad, and covering her mouth, she nodded slowly. “I don’t think it was that bad, but I agree. It feels like there’s been... distance between us. Especially since Dad made his announcement.”

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 took a sip of her tea before speaking. “Distance. That’s one way to put it. It’s not every day you find out your dad’s chosen your sister to be the CEO of his empire, without so much as a conversation all the while making you jump through hoops and hindering the progression of your own company.”

Lauren’s brows furrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing her composed exterior. “Skye, this isn’t about playing favorites. Dad’s decision was strategic. You’ve been focused on your own projects and you literally always argued with him about it. He listened to you for once and now you’re upset with him and I.”

“I’ve built my own ventures because I wanted to prove I could do something on my own. Not because I didn’t care. I’m upset because you didn’t give me a heads up,” 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 shot back, her voice rising slightly.

Lauren sighed, setting her water down. “I get that, Skye. I do. But you’ve always been... independent. You’ve never shown an interest in leading Ferrero, not in the way Dad expects. This isn’t personal. It’s business.”

“Business???” 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 echoed, her frustration bubbling over as her features twisted. “It is personal, Lauren. It’s our family. It’s our legacy. And yet, you two didn’t even think to include me or Gia in the conversation.”

Lauren’s calm exterior wavered for a moment, her shoulders stiffening. “I didn’t ask for this to be a competition. I didn’t ask for him to put me in this position. Do you think it’s easy living up to his expectations? To carry the weight of everything he’s built and still be a mom at the same time?”

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 softened slightly, but only slightly. “I don’t envy the pressure you’re under, Lauren. But that doesn’t change how I feel. Like if you didn’t think I’d be upset or bothered by it then that just shows me how much you don’t know me.” 

The room fell quiet, the weight of their words settling over them. Lauren took another bite of her food again, her movements slower. “Maybe if you actually knew yourself, I’d know you,” she said softly, “I’m tired of being labeled a bad sister because I’m not up your ass all the time and catering to your feelings.” 

“What? I’ve been branching out from this family and making my own money since I was 13. I’ve always known who I am and that’s someone not to be fucked with. And it’s not just me, but Gia too. The way you talked about her the day of the announcement was disgusting and that’s not someone I recognize as my sister. If you wanted to move forward, you’d have my back like a real sister — the way Gia does.”   

“Your whole identity revolves around money and this hyper indepence. Who gives a fuck about your money? When you die, you can't take that with you and no one is going to care about how much money you have. They will care about how you treated them and what your legacy is. Have your back? So I don’t have your back because I don't agree with every single thought you have or the decisions you make, like the married guy you’re seeing who doesn’t take care of his son?” 

“What the… are you okay? I have to go. I have to get out of here.” 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 said as she got up from the table with force, her face flushed with anger. “Like genuinely listen to what you’re saying. You’re impossible to talk to. I didn’t agree with you dating Odell after the way he treated one of my very best friends and I still supported you during that. That’s called being a sister, you fucking cunt. How fucking dare you, when YOU of all people should know about blind items. Would you like it if I said your baby daddy’s gay? I mean it must be true because I read it online. Hear how crazy that is?” 

Without waiting for a response, she turned sharply and stormed out of the room, her footsteps heavy and quick but Lauren was quicker and followed right behind her, taunting her. “You’re actually demented. He has nothing to do with this and bringing up my son’s father is too low even for you. You’re just jealous, but what’s new? You get jealous of everyone around you and you feel like I don’t deserve my own family. Try focusing on yourself and not me, then maybe you can finally be happy and not overcompensate for how miserable you are.” 

“You’re so fucking corny. Shut the fuck up talking to me, Lauren. You’re mediocre and average at best so of course you think I’m over compensating for something. It’s just my work ethic.” 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 spewed while walking down the hallway and heading to the front door. As she flung it open, she stopped before turning around. “Stop reading what’s in the press and pick up the phone to call and ask me what you want to know instead of making assumptions.” She yelled before slamming the door. As the cool air hit her face, 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 walked to her car and got inside. She felt a mix of anger and regret, but mostly, she felt the weight of their unfinished conversation. 

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The Ferrero Group's entrepreneur and CEO, Giovanni Ferrero, will assume the role of Executive Chairman as of March 3, 2025. In this role, he will be driving the organization by focusing on long term strategy, groundbreaking innovation and new business directions. 

In this role, Ferrero will define and lead new paths aimed at enhancing the group’s growth and globalization, in addition to guiding the boards and committees of the company.

To achieve the group's business targets, Mr. Ferrero has appointed a manager in the role of Chief Executive Officer. The CEO will drive the activities that target their short and mid-term goals. His daughter and long time philanthropist, Lauren Ferrero, will assume the role of CEO as of March 3, 2025. 

"I am very confident that she [Lauren Ferrero] will ensure continuity in reaching business goals and effectively support the Group in its growth objectives," said Mr. Ferrero. "She has been chosen for her vision and mission-driven orientation while truly fostering the Ferrero culture and our core values. Simply put, she is Ferrero."

"This is a huge moment for all of us, and we’re ready to capitalize on the new opportunities coming our way," comments Lauren Ferrero, "I’m dedicated to pursuing my dad’s strategic direction, side-by-side with him, our super talented C-suite and in collaboration with the rest of our colleagues around the world."

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𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 arrived at her family’s home in Hidden Hills where she parked her car and took a moment to adjust her curly tresses. She was excited to see her mom and older sister since they were the two she saw the least. It was a rare family dinner, one of the few times they all gathered in the same room, something that had grown even rarer since they all traveled frequently. 

Exiting her Mercedes Benz AMG G 63, 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 locked the doors then walked to the large door of the estate. She let herself in and carefully closed the door behind her. “Hey, I’m home!” She called out before walking until she reached the dining room. 

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 hugged her parents and both of her sisters before finding a seat. Her dad was perched in his chair at the head of the table, his posture authoritative. There was something different about him, though 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 couldn’t quite place it. Across from her was her older sister, Lauren, looking more poised than ever. 

She listened as Lauren updated the family on her son’s new interests. They each beamed with excitement about the two year old. “DJ’s so cute! I made him a letterboxd account the other day so he can have all the movies he’s seen. He had so much fun watching Monsters Inc with me.” 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 chimed in. After a while, the chef brought out their meal and soon the room was filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of silverware against porcelain. 

“I was just telling your dad that he needs to try and take a break from work for a while so we can do a family vacation. It’s been too long since our last one.” Her mom spoke up while smiling. Everyone spoke up with their thoughts, and 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 laughed at Gia’s commentary before begging her mom not to overpack like the last time. 

Halfway through the dinner, her father cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. He leaned forward and set down his wine glass, glancing around the table until his eyes landed on Skye. There was a gravity to his expression that made her sit up a little straighter. 

“As you know,” he started, his gaze sweeping over his daughters, “I’ve been thinking about the future of Ferrero. The next generation of leadership is crucial, and I’ve given it a lot of thought because family’s everything.”

Skye’s heart skipped a beat. Would he be handing the company over to a total outsider or would it be someone who had worked at Ferrero for years? She mentally braced herself for either of those possibilities. 

“I’ve made a decision,” her father said. “It’s Lauren. Effective immediately, she’ll begin shadowing me.” 

For a moment, the room fell into a stunned silence before her mom offered a congratulations to the eldest Ferrero daughter. Skye’s fork hovered mid-air over her bolognese, her thoughts coming to a halt. Lauren? Her eyes darted to her sister, who sat there, a small smile playing on her lips, as if this was something she had known all along. Something she hadn’t bothered to share.

Lauren had never shown much interest in Ferrero beyond family gatherings and the occasional social obligation. She spent most of her adult life flitting between chasing boyfriends in nightclubs, attending charity galas, and enjoying the luxuries their family name afforded. Business was never really her thing, or at least, that’s what Skye believed.

“Lauren?” 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 finally managed to say, her voice louder than she’d intended. “You’re choosing Lauren?” 

Her father’s gaze shifted to her, steady, but there was no room for argument in his expression. “Yes, Skye. Lauren’s shown a genuine interest in the long-term vision of the company. She’s been preparing for this.”

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 couldn’t hide her shock, she nearly laughed in their faces. “But—Lauren hasn’t been involved in Ferrero, like ever.” Her voice was tight, barely masking her disbelief. This was the same Lauren who spent years saying she wanted to focus on building a family of her own and being a mom first. And now, suddenly, she was being handed the reins?

Lauren’s smile widened, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “That’s not entirely true, Skye,” she said smoothly. “I’ve been working with Dad behind the scenes for a minute now. Philanthropy and the business world aren’t as separate as you think. We’ve been discussing plans for months. It’s not something I needed to broadcast.”

All this time, while Skye had been navigating her own businesses and trying to find a balance with Ferrero, her sister had quietly positioned herself for the top role. It felt like betrayal, even if unintentional. “Um… okay? And I’ve been consulting,” 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 said.

Her father’s gaze softened slightly, but his decision was set. “I know. And you’ve done good, but this decision wasn’t just about who’s been involved recently. It’s about who’s best suited to carry on the legacy. Lauren understands the broader vision, and she has the relationships we need to secure the future.”

This wasn’t about Lauren’s lack of interest or experience; this was about control. Her father had orchestrated this quietly, behind closed doors, and Lauren had stupidly played along, keeping 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 in the dark. She had been placed into a role at Ferrero under the guise of peace, all while her sister had been positioned as the true heir.

She glanced at her sister, searching for a trace of understanding, something to suggest this wasn’t a deliberate slight. But Lauren met her gaze with that same smug look, no sign of apology or even acknowledgment of what this meant for Skye. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked. “You never said anything. Not once.”

“There wasn’t anything to know until now,” Lauren replied, her tone light but with an edge of finality. “It’s just business, Skye. We both play different roles and Gia’s just Gia. Matter of fact, would you even be this upset if it were Gia? Besides, I thought you weren’t interested.” 

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 felt her pulse quicken. She had stepped back into the fold when she hadn’t wanted to, all to protect her own business and to show that she cared. And yet, here she was, blindsided by her sister’s silent ascent. “Seriously, don’t piss me off. Just don’t. Gia would have the decency to give me a heads up, like a real sister.”

Her father’s gaze hardened slightly. “Enough. Lauren’s been preparing for this role in ways you haven’t seen,” he replied evenly. “She’s been working with our international partners, building relationships, and learning the global landscape.”

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 fought the urge to roll her eyes and scoff. How could someone with so little real-world experience be prepared to take the reins of an international empire? The answer was clear—this wasn’t about preparation or merit. It was about keeping control within a tight, obedient circle. She felt a surge of anger bubbling within her. This wasn’t just about a business decision; this was personal. She excused herself from the table, her head spinning as she stepped out into the cool night air.

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the dichotomy of girlhood

[mcrgiela]

a week or two before her album release, OFFICE spoke with EMERIE SINCLAIR about her motivation, opening up to collaboration, and the meaning of her project’s title. · · · · ˓ READ MORE. ˒

what artists influenced you growing up or influence you now?

emerie: “growing up, i was all about strong, powerful voices. beyoncé? she’s been a constant for me⸻just seeing how she balances being a boss, a creative, and owning her sensuality. lauryn hill too, her lyrics are so raw and honest. as i got older, i started vibing with more alternative r&b artists like sza and jhené aiko. they’ve shown me that vulnerability doesn’t take away from strength; it adds to it. i guess i’ve always been drawn to artists who aren’t afraid to own their narrative.”

i love that. you write all of your songs, did you consider yourself a writer before you were a songwriter?

emerie: “honestly, i think i always had a writer in me before i even realized it. growing up, i was that girl with journals full of random thoughts, little poems, and feelings i couldn’t really say out loud. writing was my way of processing everything⸻the good, the bad, the messy. i never thought about turning it into music until later, when i realized those words could flow into something more. becoming a songwriter was kind of like finding a new voice in the same language i’d been speaking all along.”

you’ve spoken pretty candidly about how your earliest public performances ever were on these huge stages, and people judged you without realizing you just didn’t have the experience yet. you’ve grown a lot since then⸻did it help that you wanted to prove people wrong, or was it completely internal?

emerie: “honestly, it was a mix of both. those early performances on big stages were learning experiences, and i could definitely feel the judgment from the crowd. instead of letting that discourage me, i turned it into a challenge. i wanted to show critics what i was capable of, to rise above their expectations. but at the core, it was about my own growth. i craved that feeling of commanding the stage, owning my presence, and knowing i had the talent to back it up.”

is there anyone that you look up to as far as performance or anything in specific that you did to help yourself grow and develop as a performer?

emerie: “i’ve always looked up to artists like beyoncé and rihanna. they have this magnetic energy⸻whether it’s a sold-out stadium or an intimate setting, they command attention. i studied them, especially how they connect with the audience. i also challenged myself to be more present in the moment, to really feel the music instead of just going through the motions. i feel like that shift made all the difference in my growth as a performer.”

how does this album roll out feel compared to the others that you’ve done?

emerie: “this rollout feels different, for sure. it’s more personal. with my past projects, i was experimenting⸻trying to find my sound, my voice. but this album? it’s like i’ve found myself, and now i get to share that with everyone. there’s more intention behind every move i make this time. from the visuals to the messages in the songs, it’s all a reflection of where i’m at in life. i feel like i’ve grown as an artist, and this rollout is me embracing that growth fully. it’s exciting but also nerve—wracking because it’s the most ‘me’ i’ve ever been.”

you’ve mentioned in the past that songwriting and recording is usually a very private practice for you. are you more open to collaboration within your process of making songs now or are you still very private?

emerie: “i’ve definitely become more open to collaboration over time. in the beginning, songwriting felt like this sacred space that i wanted to keep to myself. i needed that privacy to explore my thoughts and emotions without any outside influence. but now, i see collaboration as a way to expand my creativity and bring fresh perspectives into my work. it’s like adding different colors to my canvas. i’ve learned that sharing that space doesn’t take away from my vision; it enhances it. so while i still value those private moments, i’ve embraced working with others who inspire me and challenge me in new ways.”

my last question is about the title of the album, TO BE EATEN ALIVE. where did that title come from?

emerie: “the title TO BE EATEN ALIVE came from this deep feeling i had about vulnerability. like, in this industry and in life, you’re constantly putting yourself out there, right? and sometimes it feels like the world is just ready to consume you⸻your art, your emotions, everything. it’s about that sensation of being exposed, raw, and not knowing if people will devour you whole or appreciate what you’ve laid bare. it’s intense, but it felt right for this album because it captures the emotional weight and the risk of being fully seen. the scorpion on the album cover represents that duality⸻it’s sting is dangerous, but it’s also a symbol of surivial, of fighting back even when you’re more vulnerable. that’s the energy i wanted for this album.”

[mcrgiela]

As the wheels of a black SUV rolled to a halt, 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 carefully got out with assistance from her driver. She gave a quick ‘thank you’ while she stood outside the towering Ferrero SpA headquarters in Luxembourg. The building was gleaming under the morning sun. She took a deep breath and smoothed out her ponytail as she approached the building. It was a familiar sight, one that had been part of her life as the backdrop to her father’s empire. Yet today, standing on the steps leading up to the grand entrance, she felt like a stranger. She agreed to show up for meetings, to "consult" where needed, if only to save her own company from the shadow of Ferrero’s legal muscle. Her father had abandoned the legal letter, but the price she paid was walking into a world she had spent her adult life trying to escape.  

Walking through the golden revolving door, 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 knew everything would change after. Inside, the building was immaculate, as always. The high ceilings and open spaces exuded the kind of understated opulence that spoke of power and tradition. Her heels clicked against the floor as she crossed the lobby, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach. She’d told herself this was just a formality—sitting in on a few meetings wouldn’t mean giving up her independence. She would fulfill her obligation, make sure her father understood her presence here didn’t mean she was folding into his world. 

As she rode the elevator up to the executive floor, her mind drifted to Skye Brew. Her brand had been spared the wrath of Ferrero’s legal team, but at what cost? Every time she thought about her father’s veiled threat, it felt like betrayal. She had built something of her own, something she was proud of, only to find herself here—right where her father wanted her. She was a daughter molded by legacy, caught between what was expected of her and the fierce desire to create her own path.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, revealing the corridor that led to the boardroom. She squared her shoulders, determined to maintain her sense of self, even as the pull of Ferrero seemed to close in around her. When she entered the boardroom, all eyes turned toward her. The air was thick with expectation, the senior executives seated around the polished table, their conversations halting as she made her entrance. At the head of the table, her father stood, imposing as ever in his tailored Armani suit, his expression unreadable. He had always been a formidable presence, but today, ����𝙆𝙔𝙀 saw him not just as her father, but as the CEO of Ferrero—a man who commanded respect with a glance.

“Skye,” he greeted her, his voice neutral. “Thank you for joining us.”

She simply nodded, taking a seat near the end of the table. It was a symbolic choice—close enough to be involved, but distant enough to remind him that she wasn’t here to play the role of the prodigal daughter returning to the fold.

The meeting began with a review of the latest numbers. Sales, projections, market expansions—it was the language of the corporate world, one 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 understood well enough, though it left her feeling numb. She could sense her father watching her, waiting for her to engage, to prove she was more than just a passive presence in the room. As the discussion shifted toward product innovation, her father turned to her. “Skye, since you’ve spent the last few years…building your own brand, maybe you can share your insights into how we might approach the younger market differently.”

There it was—the test. He had asked for her to consult, but 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 knew this was more than that. He wanted to see if she would fall in line, if she would contribute to the family business with the same passion she poured into her own ventures.

“Younger consumers aren’t just looking for products anymore. They want experiences. They want to feel connected to the brands they support. Ferrero has the heritage and the name, but there’s a gap between tradition and what resonates with modern consumers. If we want to reach them, we need to create an experience that bridges that gap—something authentic, that feels personal. I get that being mysterious is kind of our thing, but we need to meet consumers where they are. What’s the point in all these acquisitions if we’re not doing anything fun with the brands? The Gold Room pop up in Canada was perfect. We need more of that.” 

The room was silent for a moment, and 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 felt the weight of every executive’s gaze on her, particularly the Chief Marketing Officer and her dad. Her father nodded slowly, his expression still unreadable. “Interesting perspective,” he said, his tone measured. “We’ll explore that further.”

The meeting continued, but her mind was already elsewhere. She had played the part he wanted, offered her insight as a consultant, but it hadn’t felt like a victory. It felt like a compromise. As the executives discussed logistics and next steps, her eyes drifted to the window. When the meeting finally adjourned, her father approached her, his hands in his pockets, his gaze appraising. “You did well,” he said, his voice softer now, as if he were speaking as her father, not the CEO. “I’m glad you’re here, Skye.”

“I’m just here to keep the peace,” she replied, her tone cool. “I’m not giving up my life just to sit in these meetings. You know that.”

His eyes flickered with something—disappointment, or maybe frustration—but he nodded. “I don’t expect you to give up anything. I just want you to see the value in what we’ve built. In what you’re a part of.”

“I see it,” she said, standing up and gathering her things. “I’ve always seen it. But that doesn’t mean it’s the life I want.”

Her father was quiet for a moment, the silence practically suffocating them both. “I’m stepping down. I’m not completely walking away but I’ll take on Executive Chairman. I want to focus on the long term strategy of the company and our future. Your future.”

With wide eyes, she looked at her dad and nodded slowly. “You’re really pushing this forward. I guess you have a CEO already lined up.” She watched as he nodded his head and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as she looked at him. “Well, I’m happy about that and I love you.” Hugging him tightly, she smiled but her mind was racing with thoughts of who’d replace her dad. Despite being extremely vocal about not wanting the position, she wasn’t relieved when he told her he had someone else in mind. Was he acting off impulse? Had she forced his hand? She pulled away from their embrace and left the boardroom, the sound of her heels echoing in the empty hallway. 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 stepped into the elevator, watching as the doors closed on Ferrero’s gleaming corridors, knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time she’d be called back here. But today, she had done what was necessary, for her business, for herself—and that would have to be enough.

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12:30 𝑝.𝑚. 𝑃𝑆𝑇 09.21.24

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 stood near the balcony of her West Hollywood home, the sun beaming in the distance as she dialed her father’s number. It was his birthday, and as the line rang, her heart beat a little faster. When he answered, his voice steady but warmer than usual, she took a breath. “Happy birthday, Dad,” she said, her tone soft but purposeful. After the two exchanged  pleasantries, she got to the point, her words carefully measured. “In addition to the watch I got you, I have an even better birthday present for you. I’ve thought about your offer and I’ll spend more time at Ferrero, but only as a consultant, and on my own terms.” 

There was a brief pause, and she could almost hear the gears turning in his mind. “I’ve negotiated some conditions that will benefit my businesses. I want flexibility to continue growing Skye Brew and Onda without interference. You won’t be pulling this stunt again so I hope you got everything out of it. This isn’t me giving in. It’s a partnership.” She paused, letting that sink in before revealing her final surprise. “I’ll be at headquarters next week for that meeting. We can go over everything then.” His silence was palpable, but she could sense a shift, the realization that she wasn’t backing down, just redefining her role in his world. After a few minutes, he simply said, “Grazie. I love you, and I’ll see you there.” 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 smiled, hoping that for the first time, they were finally speaking as equals. “I love you too, dad. Ciao.” 

[mcrgiela]

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 sat at the kitchen counter of her sun-drenched West Hollywood home, the hum of the city a distant backdrop to the turmoil brewing in her mind. Her phone rested on the marble surface, the screen still glowing from the email she’d just read. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked it up again, scrolling through the legal letter detailing a shocking accusation—misuse of the Nutella formulation in her newest venture, Skye Brew. The words blurred together, a mix of disbelief and confusion clouding her thoughts. How could this be happening? We’re family, she thought. There must be some mistake.

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 had spent months crafting Skye Brew, a brand of ready-to-drink coffee beverages. One particular line was the Ferrero Brew with chocolate-hazelnut flavors meant to echo the sweetness of her family’s famous Nutella spread. Her father had always supported her in the abstract but never fully understood her desire to branch out on her own, to carve out a path away from the shadow of her last name. She pressed his contact in her phone, her heart pounding in her chest as the phone rang once, twice, and then connected.

“Buon giorno Skye,” her father’s deep voice greeted her, not warm but not cold either. Always measured. Always composed.

“Dad,” she began, trying to keep her voice steady, “I just got a letter from Ferrero’s legal team. They’re saying Skye Brew is infringing on the Nutella formula. I don’t understand—this has never been an issue before. We’re family, so I’m confused.”

There was a long pause on the other end, the kind of silence that seemed to stretch time, each second pressing down on her. “I’m aware of the letter,” her father said finally, his voice clipped. “And I approved it.”

Her stomach dropped and her manicured brows furrowed as she looked at her father through her phone’s screen. “You approved it? Why? This is just—”

“Skye,” he interrupted, his tone hardening. “This isn’t just about a recipe formulation. It’s about respect for the family’s business and its legacy.”

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 blinked, stunned into silence. She’d always known there was tension between her desire to strike out on her own and her father’s expectation that she would eventually fall in line with his company. But this? This felt like a betrayal. 

“I’m not trying to undermine Ferrero,” she said, her voice quieter now. “Skye Brew is different, an extension of the cafe. It’s my project, my identity outside of the family name. I thought you respected that, or at least understood that.”

Her father sighed, a sound that carried the weight of years of unspoken disappointment. “You’re almost 30 years old. You’ve been running around, chasing this idea of independence, but don’t have the slightest clue of what you’re doing. You’re dabbling in tequila and then there’s this reality TV nonsense. I’m not even gonna mention your personal life. Do you think any of it reflects well on the Ferrero name? Do you think it’s what your grandfather would’ve wanted?”

Skye’s heart twisted at the mention of her grandfather. He had been the one person who had encouraged her creativity, who had believed in her ability to innovate, even if it wasn’t within the confines of the Ferrero empire. “This is me, Dad, and I’m making money on my own,” she said, her voice firm despite the knot in her throat. “I don’t want to spend my life under the Ferrero umbrella and you don’t do this to Lala or Gia. I want to build something of my own. Something that makes ME proud.”

There was another long pause before her father spoke again, and when he did, his words were colder than she expected. “Here’s the deal. I’ll consider fixing this issue—calling off the legal team, smoothing things over—but only if you start spending more time at Ferrero. You need to be part of the company, understand what’s at stake for the family. And reality TV? That ends. Immediately.”

“Are you serious?” she asked, incredulous. “You want me to take time away from my business because you don’t like my choices? Wanting me to private label Nutella is craaazy. I’m sorry, but it is. This isn’t just about business for me. This is my life.”

“And Ferrero is your family,” he snapped, his voice cutting through the distance between them. “La famiglia prima di tutto. Sempre. You need to decide what matters more. If you want my help, you’ll come back to the fold. Otherwise, this issue will become much more than a letter.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and final. Skye’s mind raced, torn between the life she wanted and the legacy she couldn’t seem to escape. Could she really appease her father? Or was this the price she had to pay to keep her business—and her freedom?

“I need time to think,” she finally said, her voice tight with emotion as warm tears pricked her green orbs.

“Don’t take too long,” her father replied coldly. “You know where to find me when you’re ready to make the right decision.”

The line went dead, leaving 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 alone in silence, the weight of her father’s ultimatum pressing down on her.