It was dinner time. I sat down quietly, watching the three maids come out of the kitchen with trays in their hands. They dropped the trays on the lengthy table and went back in the kitchen direction. Staring at the trays which contained different dishes, the aroma was striking my nostril, but I was only peckish and didn't have the enthusiasm for food. “Why aren't you eating yet, Amelia?” That was Granny's voice. I swiftly looked up at her to see that she was already sitting opposite the table. “Don't you like what they've prepared?” She asked patiently, having a worried look on her face. “No, Granny, the dishes are...