Walter Schmidt, bless you, I said I would always bless you... Emily Stone closed her eyes, her eyes burning with acidity, but she wouldn't allow herself to shed a tear.
She struggled to control herself, to keep from trembling, then opened her eyes to look one last time at the man's extremely handsome face downstairs.
Remember this face, she would engrave it deep in her heart, never to forget it!...
Emily Stone slowly turned around, she walked out of the room, and every step felt like stepping on blades, her knees were weak, and her chest ached dearly.
But she knew she had to leave, dreading the news of the president's mansion's engagement to the marshal might reach her ears!
She didn't want to cry, didn't want to leave in such a disheveled state!
"Miss Stone…"
Just as Emily Stone stepped out the door, the maid standing outside called out to her.