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!

only herself and Barclay in the house last night, and considering she had dozed off halfway, it was highly

How shameful!

a decent man. Unzipping her dress might have led to more

he had encountered someone as

to push aside such improper thoughts,

she finished and descended the stairs, Ms. Graham had

was a workday, Mr. Covington wouldn't join

relief. In her clear-headed state, she couldn't face Barclay

sleep. Instead, she hastened to the

could sense that Barclay was in high spirits today. Although he couldn't quite discern why, Mr.Covington's buoyant demeanor made Linden feel

matter you tasked me

on the pen tightening slightly. "Who's

appears to be a

handed over the documents to Barclay. "The wine was spiked but not intended for Mrs.

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