The following day, Moira woke up at nearly eleven, still dressed in the same dress from the previous evening. Memories of the last night slowly trickled back into her consciousness. Despite her sobriety and clarity of mind at the time, why had she succumbed to hugging and kissing Barclay?

It was obvious. The alcohol had bolstered her courage.

Realizing the absurdity of her behavior, Moira felt a deep sense of shame but strangely lacked any remorse.

Undoubtedly, she had been led astray by Juliet!

Running a hand over her face, Moira's stomach grumbled in protest of its emptiness.

Moira swiftly rose from the bed, discovering her dress zipper was undone!

Before heading to the evening party, could she forget to fasten her dress zipper?

Impossible! Moira distinctly recalled checking it before leaving. The zipper was securely fastened. Yet now, after a night's rest, it was undone!

considering she had dozed off halfway, it was highly likely that Barclay had undone the zipper.

How shameful!

might have led to more untoward actions if it were someone else.

someone as improper as

such improper thoughts, and hurried to shower and freshen up while clutching

finished and descended the stairs,

was a workday, Mr. Covington wouldn't join

with relief. In her clear-headed state,

to sleep. Instead, she hastened to

high spirits today. Although he couldn't quite discern why, Mr.Covington's buoyant demeanor made

I've uncovered the matter you tasked

grip on the pen tightening slightly. "Who's

appears to be a

but not intended for Mrs. Covington. It appears she

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