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!

house last night, and considering she had dozed off halfway, it was highly likely that Barclay

How shameful!

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

someone as

cheeks, forcing herself to push aside such improper thoughts, and hurried to shower and freshen up while clutching

descended the stairs, Ms. Graham had

it was a workday, Mr.

sighed with relief. In her clear-headed state, she couldn't

to the music room to practice the piano for the rest

sense that Barclay was in high spirits today. Although he couldn't quite discern why, Mr.Covington's buoyant demeanor made Linden feel less constrained as he entered the office to deliver

Covington, I've uncovered the matter you tasked

grip on the pen

to be a

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

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