It’s been fortnight since Mrs. Finnegan and Mr. Filch escaped from the mansion. Elizabeth worries as she keeps on asking about the two. Each of people in the Finnegan’s mansion zips their mouth and responds nothing. Every time they encounter Elizabeth whenever part of the mansion, they astray their way, splitting, silencing and lowering their faces. They feel the trauma upon encountering Elizabeth before together with her fiancé.
Elizabeth senses of being avoided, but she can’t blame anyone else, because it’s reasonable for them. Yet, the hunger of love, affection and respect, consumes with her, in every little second and minute. She prepares her morning ceremonial a cup of tea with cinnamon powder and a little honey in the dining room. She evades calling any of maid’s attention, because
