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!

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

How shameful!

a decent man. Unzipping her dress might have led

encountered someone as

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

and descended the stairs, Ms.

a workday, Mr. Covington wouldn't join them

In her clear-headed state,

she hastened to the music room to

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

I've uncovered the matter you tasked me

grip on the pen tightening slightly. "Who's

to be

was spiked but not intended for Mrs. Covington. It appears

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