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Luca shifts on his seat before launching into his defense.

"I'm sorry ok? I had to do it or else Rachel would have never believed me."

I fold my arms, "why do you need her to believe you?"

His eyes widen as he looks at me in disbelief. "She's my sister! She found out, I didn't tell her but she found out and then she told my brother and he made her follow me just to be sure I wasn't doing anything stupid."

"Stupid like what?"

"I don't know, anything? But I promise it won't happen again."

I nod and turn to face the window. "Your sister is beautiful."

He scoffs, "looks are deceiving."

"And you would know." I murmur and he arcs a brow.

"What's wrong with you today?"

I shrug.

"Your grandma?" He tries and I shake me head.

"Aunt?"

"No."

"Uncle? Dad? Mum?"

"It's Amara!"

"Mara?!" He looks genuinely surprised.