Tiffany Alvarez nodded. "That's true. Oh, right, Dr. Wright, you've heard, haven't you? Captain Marcel Horne has a fiancée. Apparently, she chased him all the way from a metropolis thousands of miles away. She came down with a high fever a week ago and was sent to the Military District hospital. During dinner just now, I overheard some soldiers saying she's being discharged and returning today." As she spoke, Tiffany Alvarez slyly glanced at Emma Wright's expression.
Marcel Horne was the dream man for many female soldiers. He was tall, stern, and reportedly came from an exceptionally good background; his father was the chief of staff in a certain Military District. In fact, his father had used his connections more than once to try and transfer him back, but Marcel himself insisted on remaining to guard the frontier. He was so young, already a battalion commander, and with such backing—his future was limitless. Any woman who married him was bound to become a happy officer's wife.
