It's no wonder he never even glanced at her before!
Walter Schmidt thrust his hands into his pockets, gave her a glance, then turned and strode upstairs. After taking a few steps, he said in a deep voice, "I lost the clothes."
"Lost?" Emily Stone lifted the military uniform to inspect it closely—almost like new, likely not worn many times, such a pity to lose it.
But she didn't speak, just watched his broad back as he walked away. If he didn't want it, then so be it; she would keep it for herself. After all, a marshal wouldn't care about one or two pieces of military uniform.
Thinking thus, Emily Stone's lips curled upward, unable to suppress her joy.
She watched until his back disappeared before she withdrew her gaze.
Emily Stone held the uniform and sniffed it again, discovering it truly smelt nice—fresh and not at all cloying.