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. The thought made Moira flush

How shameful!

Unzipping her dress might have led to

someone as improper

push aside such improper thoughts, and hurried to

she finished and descended the stairs, Ms.

workday, Mr. Covington wouldn't join

her clear-headed state, she couldn't face Barclay just

lunch, Moira dared not go back to sleep. Instead, she hastened to the music room to practice the piano for the

he couldn't

matter you

gaze, his grip on the pen tightening slightly. "Who's

to

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

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