"I've already booked the smallest hall you have here. Why do you say there's no more hall?"
I was anxious.
My mother passed away and I wanted to have a small memorial service.
Those guests who couldn't make it to the wedding could come for a posthumous farewell.
It sounded like a joke from hell.
"You did make a reservation, but there was a special circumstance. Someone booked all the halls. Would it be okay to reschedule you for two days from now?"
When a person died, it was important to bury them in the ground for peace, preferably on an auspicious day.
How could I wait for two days?
"Can I ask who booked the venue?" I didn't want to give up. I was going to beg the person who chartered the venue to give me a little time so I could send my mom off.
The staff hesitated for a moment, "I shouldn't have said this, but I see that you work at Evans Company. The person who booked the venue is Ms. Evans from your company."
Bella booked the venue?
Was she making such a big deal in order to hold a memorial service for a dog?
Just then, I saw a man and a woman walk in. They were very intimate, and sure enough, they were Bella and Holden.