Out of the blue, a sudden "darling" caught the attention of most of the crowd at the party.

Moira immediately regretted her exclamation as she watched Barclay approach her through the crowd. She wished she could vanish!

Barclay strode up to Moira and took her hand. "Been waiting long?"

His gaze shifted to the cup she held. "Having a drink?"

Feeling embarrassed, Moira muttered softly, "It's not alcohol, just juice."

Delicious juice.

A subtle flicker crossed Barclay's dark eyes, but he didn't reveal the truth. "Alright."

"Shall we head back?"

"Yeah, let's go."

They retraced their steps.

She'd feel like a spectacle at the circus if they stayed longer.

And those two women who embarrassed her earlier had already vanished before Barclay arrived.

couldn't be bothered to care anymore. She couldn't bear shouting Barclay as "darling" so loudly in front

there gold on the floor?" Barclay asked casually as he descended from

down, finally glanced up at him.

must be gold on the floor.

Barclay said, "Mr. Covington had quite a knack for being

her gaze forward, not daring to lower her head

they reached the door, Moira remembered something. "Oops,

took care

He hadn't.

confident that someone would inform

needed to

Moira responded softly, refraining from bringing it up

had

into the car, Barclay's voice cut through the silence, "What's the

Didn't we agree to leave in half an hour when we arrived?" "What did Cynthia

she

"Excuse me?"

me all her birthday presents for the year and

she say

say

her with a hint of amusement. "Ah,

Moira fell silent.

late to feign

over her slightly flushed cheeks before settling on

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