"Is that so?"

Barclay grabbed a damp tissue, leisurely wiping his hands.

Moira felt her hand tremble beneath her as she heard his words.

"Yeah," she said with a chuckle. "Mr. Covington, you go on to work. Sometimes I just don't have much of an appetite."

Barclay looked at her for a moment. "Okay."

He didn't press further, rising from the table and leaving.

He took a couple of steps before halting, then turned back to glance at Moira, who seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Thanks for yesterday afternoon," he said.

"It's a trifle. Never mind."

She was the one who needed more help than he did.

Barclay shifted his gaze away and turned to head upstairs.

Soon enough, Moira saw him descending, his tie neatly done.

"Take care, Mr. Covington."

Barclay gave her a brief nod before

heard the sound of a car

pursed her lips and turned to head upstairs to the

the most of her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such a grand concert stage, she couldn't just bring sheet

wouldn't do at

were on the sheet

seventh mistake, Moira finally

no way around it. Barclay's words in her dream

of it for a while, feeling a knot in

time like this, it was best to consult Juliet, who may be single but had plenty of

a very gloomy

and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear? This emoji doesn't quite match the blissful

embarrassed and hesitant to explain. [I've encountered

you so tangled up? Tell me about it, and I'll help you

type out her dream from the previous night, but then hesitated and deleted it. After a moment of consideration,

Moira for so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that something was off. [You've developed feelings

froze in

guessing caught Moira

quite normal. I mean, even I couldn't help but like him involuntarily! If you like him,

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