What happened in the morning unsettles me. Even when Frances talks to me, I just give him some perfunctory responds.
Actually, I don't want to say a single word to him, but I'm afraid that Hilda will put on a triumphant look if I keeps silent.
After this incident, Frances bans me from the kitchen again.
He doesn't even allow me to touch anything related to fire.
I know that he's scared.
I am even more frightened. Even if he doesn't say it, I won't have the courage to be in the kitchen for a long time.
Most importantly, I can't be alone with Hilda.
At noon, Frances goes to the company. Hilda and I sit in the living room.
Of course, nanny is here, too.
I'm not scared when someone else is here.
"You did that, didn't you?"
I say with a positive tone.
Hilda probably pulled my dress towards the fire when I didn't notice.
She smiles at me and shrugs innocently.
"Frances believed that I didn't do it. Do you think there's any point in having this conversation with me now?"
Although I hate her and think she did it, I have no proof. No matter what I say, no one will believe me.
Sitting on the sofa for a while, I find it's half past one.
Although the place where Violet and I will meet is close, I would rather go out early since I really don't want to stay with Hilda.
On the way, I feel a burning sensation in my wrist.
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