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 likely that Barclay had undone the zipper. The thought made

How shameful!

decent man. Unzipping her dress might have led to more untoward actions if it were someone else.

had encountered someone as improper

aside such improper thoughts, and

she finished and descended the stairs, Ms. Graham had

workday, Mr. Covington wouldn't

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

lunch, Moira dared not go back to sleep. Instead, she hastened to

couldn't quite discern why, Mr.Covington's buoyant demeanor made Linden feel less constrained as

matter you tasked me with

on the pen tightening slightly.

to be

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

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