By evening, Walton, Terence, Andrew, Xavier, and Amanda returned back to the villa. We all were watching television and were chit-chatting when there was a knock at the door.
I went to open the door and saw a delivery boy.
"Hello ma'am, your order," the delivery boy told, forwarding the parcel.
"Guys has someone ordered anything from the restaurant?" I asked my friends, and they replied that they did not.
"No, we haven't placed an order. I think you have made the delivery on the wrong address," I replied politely
"Is this Machado Villa?" the delivery boy inquired looking at the chit of paper.
"Yes, this is Machado Villa," I replied.
"Ma'am, we got a phone call by a gentleman named Ryan Machado, and he placed the order for pasta. He directed us to send the delivery on this residence,
