I have known this was going to happen the day I kissed Marco on that roof top. The day Ren fell into an early grave. If I am honest, I have known for much longer than that.
“Don't whine, how was Papa supposed to know I liked him?" I scold her, because she is making it obvious, and Leonardo likes her. Right? He must if he wanted to marry her. She should give him a chance.
What more can I say? I don’t like him! I have feelings for his brother who had his tongue in my mouth 6 months ago. Ya, that was not going to happen.
"I don't want him, I want Marco," She whispers as Marco looks this way sensing that we are in fact talking about him.
I roll my eyes, making light of the fact that my father just handed the man I crushed on for five years to my sister on a golden platter and the brother
