Diana sits comfortably on the dining room chair in Rose's mansion, she smoothly writes down some words in a small diary happily.
"Which dessert does Damien love?" Diana asks Rose anxiously.
"Red velvet cake." Rose said bluntly.
"Do you know the eatery he orders it from?" Diana asks anxiously with a weird stare.
"No eatery, specially made by July." Rose squeals sarcastically, Diana roll her eyes in annoyance.
"What else?" Rose asks mockingly.
"Nothing!" Diana said angrily and leaves the dining room with her dairy.
An aged mature man relaxes at the passengers' seat in the riding cab as his phone rings loudly, his personal assistant who sits at the front seat notifies and sends the phone to him courteously.
"Hello."
"Oh! Mr. Thompson."
"Yes, it's still available."
"Sure."
"I will.
