First Day
Olivia is currently on a flight to Scotland which is were the academy is located. The academy is called Beverly Bell academy and is an academy for son's and daughter's of mafia bosses.
Obviously Olivia doesn't have mafia parents but her uncle persuaded them. But to get in this academy you need to be extensively hard working and get all A's and obviously need to have a legacy, and Olivia has that due to her uncle.
1 in 1 million get in the academy by a scholarship, most pay.
She was on the flight her knee bouncing up and down nervously as she looks out the plane window.
I'm nervous and I don't know what to think.
"If you keep thinking about it, it won't help," my uncle says as he waves the waiter over.
"I know... just nervous." I say as he orders himself champagne and the waiter scrambles obviously scared of him and she goes to get it.
"Don't be, once they know who you're related to, they won't say anything, relax," he says as he takes the drink from the waiter and sips it slowly.
I nod and look out the window and before I knew it...we were in Scotland soon landing.
As we get out, a black, slim limo pulls up and we get in to find expensive luxury leather seats and a wine bottle with glasses.
Once we start driving away in silence I look out the window to find the sun setting.
My uncles name is Peter Rose but I call him Mr. Rose... he insists professionalism near his workers.
"Mr. Rose... i thought we were going to the academy..." I look at him.
"We will tomorrow... we are here a little early, due to... business." He says it like I shouldn't press so I nod and look out the window. My gorgeous tan shining and my silk, soft, wavy, brunette, long hair making my "Rich Girl" act look real.
I look out the window, still wondering what he means by "business"...
