The clothes are thrown everywhere inside Mrs. Johnson’s room while some are laying down on the floor of the room, and others are on the top of the bed in a complete mess.
Mrs. Johnson moves around inside the room with agitated feeling inside her room as she throws clothes everywhere inside the bedroom from her closet while looking for her things inside her bedroom with a contorted face that is reddish in color as she moves around inside her bedroom.
Mrs. Johnson then walks towards the draws of her bed, pulling a draw with a popped sound, and then starts to throw away things from her draw, trying to search for her things inside the draws.
“Where exactly did I put my diamond necklace inside this bedroom? Why are they not inside this draw?” Mrs. Johnson speaks to her inner thoughts as she grabs the things inside of her draw, trying to look for her diamond necklace as she is already fully prepared to go to the party with her white dress and a hat on her head.
At the time Mrs. Johnson finishes looking for her diamond necklaces on her draws without any luck. She then stands up immediately and calls. “Marcella! Marcella!”
Mrs. Johnson scans around inside her room with a scrunch face, confused to where her diamond necklaces have been placed.
Marcella arrives inside Mrs. Johnson’s room shortly.
“I’m here. How may I assist you madam?” Marcella asks.
Mrs. Johnson turns and looks at Marcella with familiar grimace look on her face. Leaving a question mark inside Marcella’s head.
“Did you see anyone coming here inside my room?”
Marcella shakes her head. “No madam, I haven’t seen anyone coming here inside your room.?”
Mrs. Johnson walks with the anguish burning inside her heart, and then goes towards the draws of her bed, waving her hand towards the direction of the draws while showing Marcella what is inside as the draws are all empty with most of it’s things spreads across the room.
“I remember putting my diamond necklaces here inside these draws, but suddenly I cannot find them inside this room again.”
Marcella shrugs. “I don’t really know where they are, madam.”
This is one of the awful days that Mrs. Johnson has ever experienced throughout her entire life since the diamond necklaces that went missing were given by her mother at the time that she was so young. And also, they are worth six million dollars.
“How can you tell me that you don’t really know anything while you are the one who is in charge of cleaning my room every day.” Mrs. Johnson speaks with a rough voice, looking at Marcella with sharp eyes which leaves a scare inside Marcella’s heart.
Marcella swallows her saliva on her throat. “I don’t really know where they are Mrs. Johnson. What I remember is that at the time that I was cleaning inside this room, I didn’t open your draws or closet.”
“Okay, if it wasn’t you who open the closet door, then tell me who took my necklaces?”
“I don’t really know madam. I’m not really sure who took your necklaces.” Marcella says.
As the quarrel proceeds inside the bedroom between Mrs. Johnson and Marcella. Shortly Jane opens her mother’s door, and then finds Marcella and Mrs. Johnson argues with each other.
“What is really going on here?” Jane asks, looking at Marcella and Mrs. Johnson with bewilderment feeling inside her heart.
“I’m glad you are here.” Mrs. Johnson says as soon she sees her daughter entering inside her room.
Jane walks and approaches her mother’s space closer, glancing at both Marcella and her mother with baffled look on her face.
“What is going on around here?” Jane asks.
“Jane, have you seen my necklaces here?” Mrs. Johnson asks.
Jane shakes her head with disagreement. “No, I haven’t seen them. Why are you asking me that?”
“My diamond necklaces have disappeared inside this room, and I have tried asking Marcella to tell me where they are but she hasn’t told me anything about it.” Mrs. Johnson says.
Jane’s face lightens up with a half-smile since she is the one who is behind all of the master plans inside their house. And seeing her mother completely upset over losing her necklace. this makes her mission working great to begin with.
Jane gasps. “Oh my God! Marcella, did you steal my mom’s necklaces inside this room?”
Marcella shakes her head with disagreement. “No, Mrs. Jane. I didn’t steal your mother’s necklaces.”
“If you are not the one who took my diamond necklace, then who took them?!” Mrs. Johnson asks Marcella with a stern look on her face.
“I have no idea Mrs. Johnson. what I know is that I didn’t steal those necklaces at the time I was doing some cleanliness inside your room.” Marcella says, affirming her innocence towards the crime thrown by Mrs. Johnson.
Mrs. Johnson walks away from her draws of her bed with her hands trembling violently, moving around inside the room while staring blankly on the floor.
“Those necklaces are so expensive; I can’t really afford to lose them right now at this time since they were the only gift that my mother gave me at the time that I was nine years old.” Mrs. Johnson says.
“But Mrs. Johnson, did you try looking for your necklaces everywhere inside this room. let says, may be inside your closet or inside your bags.” Marcela asks.
“I tried looking for my necklaces everywhere inside this room, but I can’t seem to find them anywhere around this room.” Mrs. Johnson says.
Jane interjects. “Mom, I have an idea.”
Mrs. Johnson stops walking immediately, and then looks at Jane on her face.
“What do you have mind darling?” Mrs. Johnson asks.
“I think a better way to find your necklaces inside this house is by starting looking at them everywhere and on every room inside this house in order to find out who took your necklaces.” Jane says.
Mrs. Johnson nods with affirmation. “I guess that is a better idea. Let’s start looking for them now.”