Bella sat on the dining chair, looking like a bride whose groom had run away on their wedding day. She heaved a sigh as she glanced at the dinning table once again.

The dining table was filled with different dishes of all kinds—something she had begun to prepare earlier, so she would meet at the agreed time. But, it seemed like they were the ones to back out of the agreed time first.

She had invited the guards for a dinner since her brother and his wife weren't around, but they all ditched her for an operation. Though, none of them could help the situation.

Having no one else to...