Walter Schmidt, he was so noble, a man of exceptional status and position, indeed should have a noblewoman by his side.
And her? She couldn't be more ordinary, how could she possibly be a match for him?!
Even if the marshal didn't mind, but a woman with no status or background standing beside the marshal, even possibly becoming the marshal's wife, would likely meet with disapproval from many, wouldn't it?!
Emily Stone suddenly gripped the seat tightly, her complexion turning paler, she lowered her head, her hands slowly reaching for her glasses as if lost in endless thought.
It was only when a sharp pain stabbed at her chest that she jolted awake: Emily Stone, what on earth are you thinking about?!
After all the trouble to be with Walter Schmidt, to be together with him, now, what are you thinking about?!
