A truck stopped in front of the Red House courtyard. Bella, who was in the kitchen, went out to see what was happening. A man in a drill uniform and wearing a red cap with the word Good Move on it approached her up the porch steps. "Hello, ma'am," he greeted. In his hand was a piece of paper. "We are transporting a wooden dining table per Mr. Davis' request."
"Dining table?" Bella poked her head towards the truck that was currently being prepared to unload. "Oh, right. Please bring it in, I'll show you where to put it."
Reef had already called her an hour ago, that he was thinking of replacing the dining table currently in his dining room. Because the dining table was small, only seating six people. Even though the invited guests numbered twelve people. Those were the guests who had confirmed their attendance. Surprisingly, not a single director brought his wife. It was as if it was because Reef didn't have a hostess, so the dinner was considered a men's dinner.
