Maria Carter followed Carlos into the dining room.
"Brother, did your family change the dining table?"
Maria curiously asked.
Carlos' villa was of a typical European style, with a large dining room equipped with a long table capable of seating twenty people without a problem.
But now, she saw a small, milk-white round table in place of the long one, adorned with a pot of blooming tulips on top.
It unexpectedly gave the dining room a touch of home.
"It's more convenient to eat at a smaller table since there are fewer people in the villa."
Carlos could hardly say that every time they ate, Emily sat so far away from him that it felt awkward.
So, he had the table replaced.
What shocked Maria even more came next; when it was time to eat, Carlos took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and took the dish from Emily to place it on the table.
Seeing Emily and her brother so adept at coordinating with each other left Maria's mouth agape.
"Maria, go wash your hands before eating."
