Chapter 4
Aliyana
“We are stalkers Yana,” My sister mumbles from next to me as we crouch on my bed, looking through the double windows.
I don't miss Leonardo watching us with a small smile on his thick lips. His glasses have long since left his wandering gaze for our perusal.
We've spent the last twenty minutes peeping from the top of my bedroom window at the three of them.
They have taken their discussion to the patio. Sitting on the large outdoor beige and blue lounge suites, we purchased just two days ago. This is great, as it makes it easier for us to see them. They are sipping on beers, and while they seem relaxed in the soft outdoor chairs, Marco’s face is harsh as he listens to whatever Filippo is telling him.
The two of them look rather close, very familiar. I didn’t know Fil
