"Please, Mommy, I'll go with Jewel and she'll look after me! Please? I swear I'll behave!"

I followed my mother all the way down to the kitchen, coaxing her and pleading with her to let me out tonight. However, she continued to reject me and preoccupied herself with baking for a late-night snack. I clutched my bag tightly and never took my gaze away from her bright smile.

"Sweetie, you're not eligible to go there, okay? You're still far too young to go bar hopping!"

"Oh my god, mommy, I just celebrated my sixteenth birthday! And look at me, do I look really young?"

I swung around and revealed my body to show her what kind of attire I was wearing at the time. I wore a light pink sparkling spaghetti strap little dress with pink over-the-knee stiletto boots, which are currently my favorite. It was leather and sparkling, and it went well with my satin gown. My chest became more defined, and a small slit in my cleavage revealed how my chest line tightened, which complemented my white complexion well. My lengthy brunette hair was ponytailed above my head.

However most significantly, my outfit is one of Kendall Jenner's most well-known ensembles! This is a limited edition, and I won't be able to live without it, and I won't let anyone get it before me. So, when they came home from a business trip with daddy, mommy bought it in Paris.

She peered at me, her gaze descending my physique to my feet and straight back to my face.

"Aww, you're all so grown up, sweetheart, I'm so impressed!" she said with a smile and a peck on the cheek, but I yanked my head away because she was covered in flour. She giggled and grinned at me. "Uh-huh, but your sister Jewel is 19 now, so don't be so egotistic, Via. Just go to your chamber or practice swimming again. I just placed it on the water warmer in your swimming area, so it's ready, sweetheart."

"Oh Gawd, mommy! I'll go tell daddy about it!" I wailed even louder as I almost deliberately curled my eyes at her.

"Come on, sweetheart, your father will be as dead as meat if he lets you escape!" she yelled, chuckling.

"You really are so mean, Mommy!" I almost shrieked.

When I heard her laugh at me, I stomped my feet and turned away. I moved away, barely biting my lip, which was colored with a gleaming pink gloss.

Mommy won't let me even though daddy said okay. She's the one to listen to since she always knows what's best. But I'm desperate to go with Jewel!

"Please, Jewel? Talk to mommy again!" Both of our heels thumped on the tiled floor as I followed her downstairs.

Jewel had just gotten dressed and was ready to leave her room. She's dressed in a sequin short dress made of red velvet. The V-neckline of her dress reveals her long cut of cleavage. Compared to my physique, which is still that of an adolescent and is small, her body at 19 is more mature, has curves in all the right places, notably that lovely booty, and is as gorgeous as ever with her shoulder-length curly hair parted sideways. With the lights, her large circular hoop earring in her right ear shone and flickered.

I've always idolized her and aspired to be like her when I grow up. With her lovely look, she's fierce, yet she's a sweet person on the inside. Not like me, who gets agitated easily and loses patience easily, especially when it comes to things I desire. I get what I want, I have a lot of whims, and I've already turned into my parents' pampered brat. I could tell we were a long way apart just by looking at each other.

She has the capacity to fulfil every man's desires, and they would most likely fall to their knees just to have her. She is, nevertheless, a little reserved. All of her physical characteristics came from her mother, who was born with a race. She is of Brazilian descent, and my sister inherited her body wave. Both of their skin tones are tanned, or more accurately, olive, but I am not. I am a fair white woman with a neutral skin tone. I have freckles on my cheeks that aren't really noticeable, but I still have a few that I noticed when I was younger. However, because they appeared to be perfectly balanced on my face with my complexion, I began to like it, despite the fact that neither of my parents had it.

And the brown hair is something I inherited only from Mommy. My hair was "illuminated brunette," which meant it was long, lustrous, and sun-kissed. Their curly hair comes from their father as well. We all had brown eyes, but I didn't receive their full height, and I believe mine is just average. I'm still 16 years old, and it'll take another two years for my body and height to catch up to hers!

"Mommy has already said no, Via, so don't press your luck, hmm?"

We both came to a halt in front of our respective gates. She kissed me on the cheeks with a smile. But when I felt her scarlet lipstick touch my cheek, my eyes widened irritably. I hastily yanked my face away, but she had already stained it and was laughing and wiggling at me.

"You're still young, Via!" she exclaimed, squeezing my cheek with a giggle.

I just stared at her, irritated, as she slammed our gate shut. My hard-won makeup were wrecked when I wined it off. I was going to scream at her when I noticed someone standing in front of the gate already. I came to a halt in the middle of following my sister and fixed my gaze on him.

Lorcan Douglas Ferrero is once again patiently awaiting my sister. He's dressed casually in a loose white t-shirt and a blue striped long sleeve. On his lower body, he's dressed in ordinary black pants and white Nike sneakers. His black hair was always done in a center part with an undercut eboy. It was a little wavy in the middle, and it covered some of his brown eyes.

When he spotted my sister approaching him, he stood up from leaning against his black old Ford Mustang GT. They are virtually the same height, but my sister's strappy heels are three inches shorter. I just stood there next to the open gate and stared at them. They're chatting now, and he hasn't even looked at me for a second, even though I know he saw me with Jewel a while ago.

"Oh my God Douglas! You should have just put on the black leather jacket we got last week!"

"This makes me feel better at ease, is it too lame?"

When I heard his stern and cold voice, the chilly wind flew away. It was so low and flat that it sent shivers down my spine and had a significant impact on me. This isn't the first time I've heard his voice, but it's as if the feeling I felt the first time came back at this moment, making it feel like the first time.

That's why he irritates me all of the time without even doing anything.

"Yes!"

"Really?"

I overheard their squabbling. Jewel was totally right. Will he go to a nightclub dressed like that? That's way too dull and old-fashioned!

I rolled my eyes at their backs with a lazy grin. Just listening to them blabber made me bored. I barely bit the inside of my bottom lips before advancing towards them. That's when he finally looked at me, but I immediately came to a halt. With an inexplicable reaction, my lips parted and I glanced at him. He simply moved his gaze from my head to my toes, then casually turned aside and faced my sister, as if I were nothing more than air!

With that short second when he cast his eyes on me, I felt my body tensing and wobbling. I'm still wearing my lovely dress, and I'm all dolled up. However, the wind whispered and jolted me awake. I became irritated when I realized what he had done. I walked quickly, clutching my bag, to stand beside them both. Jewel was the only one who looked at me.

"I'll go with you, Jewel!"

"No way, Via! Stop being so stubborn!"

"I promised, Jewel, I'll behave there! What a waste of my outfit!" I begged urgently, clutching her arm. Someone interrupted her as she was ready to answer with a shake of her head.

"Sylvia, minors are not permitted."

I gave him a brief glimpse and a scowl. I shouted, practically shrieking at him, "I'm sixteen now! So, I'm free to go!" He only stared at me with his eyes bored. He shrugged casually and averted her gaze.

"Even so..." he replied, returning his gaze to my body for the second time. He was free to condemn what I was wearing after only passing by briefly. "And your attire isn't even proper for your age. They won't let you inside so just sleep in your room now," he said.

My face flushed, and I parted my lips in astonishment at what he'd uttered. "Who are you to say such things to me? Don't dictate me! And what the f*ck did you say? Who are you to say such things to me?"

I clenched my teeth, but when he heard my curse, his eyes got even more incensed.

My eloquent mouth appeared to fade as I evaluated what was spoken to him. I recently heard such curses from my classmates, and it feels great to even say them out loud. I'd gotten carried away. And all of a sudden, I felt terrible! But I'm not going to apologize to him!

"Your words, Sylvia! He's still older than you," Jewel said, pinching my arm and glaring at me.

"Whatever, I'm sorry..." I said hesitantly and turned to face him, but because I didn't want to offend him, I muttered something and made sure only he could hear it.

"Brother Douglas, arf arf!" I barked silently at him like I used to.

When I noticed his lips were slightly parted, I smirked. His eyes darkened and he peered so intently at me that I took a step back, my legs trembling. Despite this, I took a deep breath and stood tall, my head tilted high, staring up at him. I raised an eyebrow at him despite my trembling lips, but he only grinned and turned to my sister, inviting her to leave.

"Let's go, Jewel. Just leave your sister here with her juvenile tantrums. After all, she's only a child..."

It was the summer break of my sixth-grade year at the time. I recently graduated, and our vacation to Paris to celebrate my graduation will take place next week. When Jewel returned home and was with him, I was busy practicing swimming in broad daylight.

They sat down and sought refuge in the garden at a table with a large umbrella in the middle. They're not far from where I'm at the pool. I had no intention of bothering them and was busy practicing backstroke, but he attracted my attention when I noticed him staring at me. Perhaps I admired him there because Jewel was smiling as she spoke and I was staring at him. So, I'm being bullied yet again. I tried to wave more friendly at him, but he initially turned aside and concentrated on their task, as if he didn't notice me waving. I felt humiliated in that situation.

"Sylvia, come here!" my sister said, and I rushed over to see where they were.

At first, I was hesitant to go since what he had done earlier had irritated me for some reason. He has a hostile demeanor and is deafeningly quiet. I got out of the pool, drenched, and walked away. While approaching them, I first took my towel from my beach lounger and began drying my hair. I chose to sit next to him instead of next to Jewel's chair.

"Hello!" I exclaimed, trying to be as nice as I used to be when meeting new people. He changed his seat abruptly, as though frightened.

He responded to my greeting by saying, "Sit next to your sister, my enrollment documents might get soaked." Without even glancing at me.

I'm not sure if he's arrogant or disrespectful, but I find him to be both. I was completely taken aback because I didn't care for the initial behavior and moved next to Jewel, who didn't appear to notice. She chuckled and grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to face him even more, but he wasn't cooperating and continued to fill out whatever form he was filling out. I rolled my eyes and covered my shoulder with a towel. My one-piece swimsuit is still soaked and pouring wet. It's possible that his sacred forms will get drenched.

"Do you remember Brother Douglas? It was only recently that he arrived here!"

"No, I don't remember him."

He raised his head and fixed his stare on me at that very moment. When I noticed his grimace at what I heard, I almost scowled at him. He swiftly averted my gaze and returned to his business.

"Well, you were a kid back then, and you just play with Luthor and Logan in their house when we visit!"

I quickly lost track of those names. "Luthor? Logan? I know who they are!"

I had a reminiscence with them. When I was four or five years old, they were my playmates. Our fathers are colleagues and engineers! I remember crying when I couldn't go to their house and persuading daddy and mom to drive me there, and I remember sleeping at an early age just to play with them and because of one-year-old little Luthor.

"See!" she exclaimed, gently caressing my cheeks while tracing my freckles.

"Which school is he meant to attend? Logan and I are the same age, and we're both starting our freshman year of junior high!"

"Douglas, do you know where?" Jewel questioned him, who had been eyeing us for quite some time.