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!

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

How shameful!

man. Unzipping her dress might have led to more untoward actions if

someone as improper as

herself to push aside such improper thoughts, and

descended the stairs, Ms. Graham had already prepared

workday, Mr. Covington wouldn't join them

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

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

Although he couldn't quite

I've uncovered the matter you tasked

his grip on the

appears to be a

Barclay. "The wine was spiked but

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