Leo POV
Marco had been a good friend. During my vacations in West Town when I was young, a lot of people were very welcoming to me and to my parents. It was their hometown, anyway, and they knew almost everybody. It was also probably because we were close to the royal family. However, it was Marco who looked past that, or so I thought. It was possible though that he was not interested in how my world goes as he did not ask me anything about my best friends.
Growing up, I used to spend some days in my parents’ hometown. Marco and I would spend our days hanging out together. We would go biking or fishing or swimming at the lake. When we got older, after he introduced me to his cousin, he took me to a lake house.
It was a medium-sized, two-floor dwelling with three bedrooms. It was fairl
