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!

night, and considering she had dozed off halfway, it was highly likely that Barclay had undone the zipper. The thought made Moira flush with

How shameful!

man. Unzipping her dress might have led

had encountered someone as

cheeks, forcing herself to push aside such improper thoughts, and hurried to shower

she finished and descended the stairs, Ms. Graham had already

it was a workday, Mr. Covington wouldn't join them for

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

Instead, she hastened to the music room to practice the piano for the rest of the

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

I've uncovered the matter you tasked

gaze, his grip on

appears to be a

"The wine was spiked but not intended for Mrs. Covington.

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