Brooklyn's POV:

My brother had earned me fame, so I was grateful for that, at least. Otherwise, I couldn't bear living with Riccardo at all. His pile of dirty shirts, pants, and jackets in his room didn't help either. That's why I lived with my mom and dad, Juliette and Antonio Malini. Oh, and I forgot to mention my sister, Celeste, who is about 6 years old...

As I stepped out of the limo, I grabbed Celeste's hand and led her out of the car.

"Ricca is gonna be there, wight?" Celeste asked brightly, her brown waves of hair bouncing up and down.

"Yes, Riccardo is going to be there." I smiled and approached the front door. 

Pressing the doorbell, I tapped my foot impatiently. "Where are you, Riccardo?" I groaned, flipping my chestnut-brown hair over my shoulder.

The door creaked open a few moments later, revealing a girl standing in the entrance.

"You must be Brooklyn and Celeste!" She exclaimed, giving me a cheery smile. "Riccardo asked if I could answer the door." The girl moved out of the way and let us enter Riccardo's mansion.

"Who are you?" Celeste pointed at her. "You look pwetty."

"Celeste..." I hissed in her ear. "Don't point at people, it's rude."

"Sowwy..." Celeste gave me a puppy dog face, making me laugh.

Luckily, the girl didn't seem to mind her, tucking a strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm Aria. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier." 

A light pink blush spread across her cheeks as Riccardo approached her, giving her a peck on the cheek before glancing at Celeste and I.

"Hiya, Ricca!" Celeste squealed, jumping into his waiting arms.

"Hey, Celeste!" Riccardo tousled her hair playfully. "How's everything going, Brooklyn?"

"She's getting a little too spoiled with all of the attention from the reporters..." I teased, grinning at Celeste.

"Am not!" Celeste stuck out her tongue and blew me a raspberry.

Riccardo lifted her up and spun her around in a full circle before setting her down and placing a hand on Aria's shoulder.

"Guy's, this is Aria Kingston." He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in. "She's my gorgeous girlfriend."

"YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!" Celeste yipped, dancing around him in a circle. "Ricca has a girlfriend! Ricca has a girlfriend!"

Riccardo rolled his eyes and tilted Aria's face up so that he could kiss her, lingering for a few seconds.

"Ewwwwww..." Celeste made a duck face, laughing. "I'm neva getting a stupid boyfwend!" She exclaimed, twirling around.

"CELESTE!" I screamed, throwing my hands up in the air. "You're going to ruin the pink dress mom bought for you!"

She stopped and smoothed down the lace dress, pointing her nose in the air. "Well, you already have a boyfwend, Bwookwyn..."

Riccardo glared at me and raised an eyebrow. "Mom and dad are going to be sooooo pissed."

"He's not my official boyfriend..." Shrugging, I rolled my eyes. "Celeste has one too."

"BWOOKWYN!" Celeste screamed, lunging for my arm.