Hundred and Forty Seven

NATALIA'S POV

That again gave me a tough time thinking through it and at the end, I realized there was no way I could get Beth to step out of the kitchen. As I lurked by the door, I could hear the clattering sounds of cutleries and other kitchen equipment which indicated that there were a bit of workers still left in the kitchen and as far as I was concerned, Beth might not even be there.

With that newly found possibility, I decided to check her room. Navigating my way through the maid's quarters was pretty easy and in no time, I located her room. After a few series of knocks with no response, I made the bold move of turning the door handle to get the door opened but it was locked, which confirmed a single fact, she was still in the kitchen.

And so I headed back and ducked behind a large flower pot placed at the opposite side of the kitchen door and waited for hours or perhaps minutes on end, I really couldn't tell as I had lost track of time. I watched as the familiar faces stepped