The garden
The murmurs were never-ending. From when she went to the dining hall to grab her breakfast to the storehouse and all the way till she returned to the garden, their voices followed her. The servants' murmurs were on the verge of hostility and admiration. Though she couldn't clearly hear anything, the attention was getting on her nerves.
She had not seen One-sixty-five for breakfast, nor was she around anywhere that Beth went. Hence without loitering around and grabbing more attention, she went straight to the garden with the tools. Not knowing what exactly she was supposed to do, Beth stood there staring at the piece of land that was overgrown with weeds with not a single flower in sight.