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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

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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.”

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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, 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 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.” 

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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.

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Nutella heiress Skye Ferrero grabbed lunch with friend and model, Montero Esposito, just a few days after she hosted a party for the launch of her brand, Onda’s, new reposado tequila. The star-studded event included performances by Emerie Sinclair, Saweetie, and Axel Jameson. 

As the 29-year-old strutted to the entrance of Soho House NYC, she wore a multi-color t-shirt with black biker shorts and black sneakers featuring a pair of Chanel sunglasses. Esposito also sported a casual look. The two seemed to be in good spirits as they turned heads when entering the exclusive, members-only establishment.

The pair laughed and chatted as they enjoyed the ultra-private members-only club, where they were spotted dining al fresco, enjoying cocktails and what looked like an indulgent spread of fresh seafood.

Insiders say the lunch wasn't just casual. Rumor has it that the serial entrepreneur, who’s already made a splash with her tequila brand Onda, may be in talks to collaborate with Montero on a secret project. Both Skye and Montero are keeping mum, but the buzz is building.

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𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 moved gracefully through the bustling factory, her green eyes marveling at the fact this was where her newest venture was born. The factory was a high-tech marvel of gleaming steel and glass, buzzing with activity. She could hear the soft click of her prada loafers against the polished concrete and she found herself holding a breath, anxious to see how production was going. 

Beside her, her Chief Brand Officer, Emma, absorbed every detail with a blend of interest and professionalism. The factory manager, Mr. Thomas, a seasoned guide with a deep knowledge of the brewing process, led them through each stage with an enthusiastic tone.

“This is where it all starts,” he said, gesturing to a row of enormous hoppers filled with freshly roasted coffee beans. “Each batch starts with the best beans we can source. They’re weighed and then ground to our specs.”

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 leaned in, her eyes tracing the path of the beans as they moved into a sleek, stainless steel grinder. “So, this ensures the right consistency?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as her orbs observed the process carefully. Entering the ready-to-drink market was something she was extremely nervous about but from how well the product performed in the cafe, she figured it was worth the risk.  

“Exactly,” Mr. Thomas replied. “As you know, the grind size affects the flavor extraction. We aim for a perfect balance.” The group then moved to the brewing area, where towering vats of water awaited the freshly ground coffee. The aroma of rich, earthy coffee filled the air and the serial entrepreneur smiled warmly. 

“Here’s where the magic happens,” Mr. Thomas explained. “The grounds are steeped in hot water at precise temperatures. This is crucial for achieving the full, robust flavor profile, especially for those flavored ones.”

The heiress observed the brew’s transformation with interest, her full lips turning into a smile. “And after brewing?” she inquired.

“Afterwards, we chill it immediately,” Mr. Thomas continued, guiding the women over to the cooling tanks. “Fast chilling prevents over-extraction and keeps the coffee smooth and refreshing.”

The tour led them next to the bottling line, a hive of activity where the chilled coffee flowed into pale pink cans with meticulous efficiency. “This is the final stage,” The older male said, indicating the automated machinery. “The coffee goes into the can and is labeled. Each one is tested for quality to ensure it meets our standards. As you see we have different lanes based on the flavors you’ve selected for the various cans. It keeps the process streamlined.”

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 picked up a freshly brewed sample of the vanilla cold brew with collagen, admiring the sleek design of the label. She took a careful sip, savoring the balanced flavor. “Oh shit,” she said with a satisfied nod. “The taste is exactly what I wanted.”

Emma turned to Mr. Thomas. “We should explore ways to enhance the sustainability of the process,” she suggested thoughtfully. “Without compromising the process in a large way, but just looking ahead. Oh, and Skye? We should be heading to the fall menu tasting.” 

“Absolutely,” Mr. Thomas agreed. “We’re always looking for improvements.” As the tour concluded, the women thanked the older male then exchanged a look of shared accomplishment. 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 quietly squealed while walking out alongside Emma. “I’m so excited it’s all coming together.” 

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After returning home from vacation, 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 needed to see her mom for a much needed catch up. Dressed in a light pink cardigan with denim jeans and a pink pair of Ganni shoes, the heiress arrived at their family home in the Hamptons. The summer afternoon was breezy which Skye took as a good omen. 

She sat across from her mother, Nicole, at the quaint outdoor patio nestled within their family's expansive estate. The table was adorned with bowls of vibrant, freshly picked fruits and two crisp salads. Nicole, with her trademark grace and warmth, poured them glasses of chilled watermelon basil lemonade as they settled into the comfort of cushioned chairs.

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 absently stirred her drink, her gaze wandering to the tranquil garden beyond where she could see the blooming hydrangeas. Her brow furrowed slightly as she voiced her concerns about the looming milestone of turning 30 in November, the weight of expectations and uncertainties pressing on her shoulders. "I just can't shake this feeling, Mom," 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 confessed, her fingers idly tapping on the table. "Turning 30 feels like such a milestone, and lately, I've been questioning everything."

Nicole listened intently, her expression a blend of empathy and maternal wisdom. “I remember feeling the same way when I turned 30. It's natural to reassess where you are and where you want to go next."

𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 nodded, her expression a show of vulnerability. "I know, but sometimes it feels like I should have it all figured out by now – career, relationships, the whole package. I feel like I’m running out of time.”

Nicole reached across the table, gently squeezing Skye's hand. "Life doesn't come with a roadmap, baby. You're doing your best. Plus, you run how many businesses? Give yourself the grace to explore and grow. You have plenty of time. They say 30 is the new 20."

“Ma, no one says that.” 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 replied with a laugh. They nibbled on the crisp feta, chicken and arugula salad in a balsamic vinaigrette as the conversation ebbed and flowed. The warmth of the sun began to mellow, casting a golden hue over their intimate conversation.

"I just want to make the most of my thirties," 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 admitted softly, her gaze drifting towards the horizon where the sun dipped towards evening. "To feel like I'm really living and that I’m cementing my place in the Ferrero legacy. Lolo has DJ and Gia’s dad’s favorite so she can literally do whatever.” The heiress quipped with a soft laugh before raising the crystal glass to her full lips and taking a sip of lemonade. “Mm. wait, did you make this?” 

Nodding her head, Nicole pointed towards the garden where she was growing basil. “I bought this really good watermelon and knew the basil in the garden would be good with it. I’ll give you some lemons to take with you too. But, you already are making your mark. Your thirties will bring things you can't even imagine yet. Trust in yourself and just enjoy the journey. You’re gonna look back and think damn I was tripping." Nicole's smile was full of quiet pride as she spoke to her daughter.

As they savored the last bites of salad and shared a quiet moment of contemplation, 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙀 felt a sense of relief wash over her. The weight of her impending birthday felt lighter. With her mother's unwavering support and wisdom, she knew she could face the upcoming milestone with optimism.

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In the comfort of her home, Skye found herself curled up on the couch after her pilates session, with her phone on her lap. She navigated to the FaceTime app and listened as the line trilled while she awaited her fate. She hoped only her mom answered, but after news broke of her incident, she knew her father would make time to call her. Her dad, Giovanni, answered the call first followed by her mother, Nicole. It was the call she had been avoiding and she wasn’t sure if she was even ready to face it. “Hey,” Skye greeted her parents with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “I see only mom made it to fashion week which means... Dad’s working. How’s everything going?” There was a brief moment of silence as her parents exchanged glances on the other end of the screen. 

“Hi, sweetheart. Yes, your dad stayed in Luxembourg for work but I’m enjoying Milan without him. It’s been fun. I can’t wait for you to see the photos.” The older woman greeted Skye. Clearing his throat, Skye’s father began to speak up. The tension between them was palpable with all the words that hadn’t been spoken. 

“Tutto va bene. We wrapped up the financial reports and things look great but I’m not sure you really care. You know… I asked you to join the company and work with me full-time but you said no and that was fine. We celebrated the 60th anniversary of Nutella but you missed that and it was fine. Now you go out and get in a fight, in a strip club of all places, and you think that’ll be fine too?” Gio questioned while furrowing his brows. “Dad-” Skye interjected quickly as she sat up on the couch.

“I’m not done talking, Skye. Your great-grandfather started this company with nothing. When I was a kid, I was shipped to a Belgian boarding school to lay the foundation for me eventually working for the family. When your uncle died, I had to take over all by myself. I wasn’t running around and getting into trouble. Our family’s been notorious for how private we are and yet, you seem to think that putting your entire life on display is amusing. If you have an issue with someone, you handle it quietly. You know that. Furthermore, you need to be more cautious of the company you keep if you feel the need to engage in senseless violence. If you don’t give a damn about this company, at least think about yours. You’re still growing. I know four shops seem like a lot, but you haven’t even scratched the surface yet. You’re operating at the level of a small business.” The male paused, acknowledging the weight his statements may have had on Skye.

Skye’s eyes welled up with warm tears as she listened to her dad. The enigmatic scorpio usually held her composure easily, but whenever her parents were expressing their disapproval of her actions, her nonchalant nature faltered. She blinked the tears away and reached for her bottle of water, taking small sips to calm her down. 

“This is our legacy, Skye - your legacy. It’s important that you contribute to it in a meaningful way. I’m very proud of you and Skye Brew and all of the other business ventures you’ve done. Your personal life just concerns me.” The well meaning patriarch softened his tone, in hopes of not further offending his daughter. “You had this phase a few years ago then things were fine but after the engagement ended, you just don’t seem the same. I have to know you’ll be okay.”

“Can I speak now?” Skye inquired, unfazed by his not-so subtle shift. “My personal life is fine. I had this one incident and you’re acting as if I’m gonna go back into my post-grad depression. It was a mistake, but I’m gonna do the show and I’m gonna continue building my empire, dad. I’ll keep consulting for Ferrero, but that’s all I feel comfortable with. I want to expand my portfolio first and I promise starò bene. Everything will be fine. Now I actually have a meeting to get to, so I’ll talk to you both later. Love you both.”

“We love you too. We need to get dinner when I come back to New York, Skye.” Nicole added while waving. “Sounds good, mom.” Skye replied with a smile. Once the family exchanged departures, the heiress sighed deeply.

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#𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘: Skye Ferrero got into it in the wee hours of the night, as drinks flew at an Atlanta strip club! Guess everything isn’t always sweet for the chocolatier heiress. Watch it all go down at the 🔗 in our bio.

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Wake up, babe; a new Erewhon smoothie just dropped. Starting today (October 12), entrepreneur and heiress Skye Ferrero’s Glow Smoothie is available at all Erewhon locations and costs $19. 

The beverage maven, 28, looked incredible for the outing, in a white tank top with a pastel green cardigan wrapped around her shoulders and a pair of 90s style jeans. 

Skye was joined by her business partner Miranda Kerr, who looked chic in a vibrant colored blouse. Kerr started KORA Organics in 2017, and Ferrero came on board in 2019 as a co-founder and partner. 

The Erewhon team and Ferrero wanted to create "the ultimate beauty boost." The debut of this new smoothie coincides with the launch of KORA Organic’s newest product — The Açai Retinol Alternative Moisturizer. The ingredients in this smoothie will give your skin a glow from the inside out. It features a ton of nourishing ingredients inspired by the brand’s natural glowing and age defying range including pure coconut, antioxidant rich açai, organic almond milk, vanilla plant-based collagen boost, blueberries, pitaya powder, and more. 

Not only is the smoothie delicious and chock-full of premium ingredients that will make your skin glow, but all net proceeds will go to Organic Farming Research Foundation in support of educating and empowering sustainable organic harvesting practices. 

“I’m a person who thinks digitally first to get people excited, so I knew I wanted it to look beautiful and have this aesthetic vibe to it,” Ferrero says about her smoothie. “But it had to taste good in addition to being beautiful, so together with the lovely team at Erewhon, we created this drink for the baddies.”

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Skye Brew Cafe, a New York based coffee roaster and café, will open its new 4,400-square-foot café in a building familiar to West Hollywood residents on September 25. The opening marks the first of several Skye Brew coffee shops in Los Angeles with additional locations slated to open early next year.

“We are extremely excited to bring Skye Brew Cafe to Los Angeles! Locals will love our signature, premium coffee along with our entire cafe menu of deliciously healthy all-day fare, served in a relaxed setting unlike anywhere else,” said Skye Ferrero, founder and CEO of Skye Brew Cafe.

The all-day, health-focused menu includes breakfast dishes such as avocado and feta toast; scrambled egg, kale and mushroom bowl; chili and shallot scrambled eggs with feta and avocado; chimichurri baked eggs; and breakfast burritos. Lunch options include salad bowls and wraps, and sandwiches. 

For the drinks, there are plenty of hot and cold coffee options, tea, and fresh juices. Their signature coffee item is an homage to Ferrero’s great-grandfather, Pietro Ferrero, who founded the company that would eventually create Ferrero Rocher and Nutella. The ‘Pietro Latte’ consists of two shots of rich espresso with their Ferrero Rocher hazelnut syrup and milk of your choice. In addition to this, they have a ‘Dirty Wafer’ which is their take on a signature mocha coffee, and their ‘Skye Brew’ tea, a refreshing butterfly pea tea with coconut cream clouds to give the illusion of the sky. The coffee chain also has a seasonal pumpkin cinnamon sugar latte.