Memoria grabbed her watch and took a glance, instantly getting flustered.
Sure enough, time was tight.
Quickly changing clothes, she rushed into the restroom for a rapid wash.
By the time she stormed downstairs, she was still on the staircase when she spotted Len Xavier standing by the full-length mirror on one side of the porch, fixing his tie.
Today, he was unusually dressed in a military uniform, except for the hat placed on the table, he was clean and tidy from head to toe.
His shoes were shiny, pants so neatly creased they could slice a radish, not a wrinkle in his jacket...
Moreover, unlike his usual lazy demeanor, he stood there with a stern complexion and a back straight as a rifle.
The sunlight streamed in through the window beside the door, casting a halo of pale gold light over his profile.
She had seen this man too many times before, but even so, Memoria was still astonished to see Len Xavier in his military attire.
