When they stepped inside the dining room, Penny could sense the heavy atmosphere that hung in here right now. The maids moved quieter than usual without making much noise or rather as if they were ghosts and didn't want to be seen.
Senior Mr. Quinn, as usual, read the newsletter which was brought home. Sipping from his teacup whilst his eyes were kept busy. Lady Fleurance continued to butter her toast. Not looking up at Penny. Lady Maggie and Lady Grace were in the same position. And even though their eyes were positioned doing something or the other, she could tell that the weight of her feet on the ground was being heard by them.
With Damien who for once walked behind her, she continued to walk where he often sat. Ready to take a seat on the ground when he caught her arm to stop her from sitting down on the hard cold marble floor.
