Moira was truly flustered this time. "Ms. Hurst, I suddenly need to use the restroom..."

As she spoke, she quickly left the room.

Cynthia was puzzled. "Moira! The restroom is not that way!"

But before she could finish her sentence, Moira had already dashed downstairs.

Cynthia stood there, feeling confused.

Everything was fine just now. Why did Moira run away as soon as she confessed her feelings? Did Moira dislike her?

With these thoughts in mind, Cynthia's mood suddenly soured.

Cynthia's "yes" had suddenly shaken Moira.

She had been confessed to by people before, but being confessed to by a girl was a first!

She didn't have any issues with Cynthia's sexual orientation. She just felt a bit overwhelmed as the one being liked.

Moira ran while looking for Barclay. She regretted leaving him just now!

She exclaimed in her heart, 'Mr. Covington, where are you? Can we go home now?'

However, the hall was too large, and there were many people tonight. Moira had been searching for more than ten minutes without finding him.

wasn't practical to call him. But calling herself was

began to look for someone to borrow a

two minutes, she finally chose a

shoulders. The small suit had two pockets, obviously big enough to hold

lady smiled back at

was shocked. "You

Was she that famous?

explained, "I do, Ms. Jimenez. You're last year's winner

I

lady replied, "What can I

like to borrow your phone to

directly handed her

and was about to walk away to make the call, but then she thought about it. The beautiful lady had been so

was not like she was going to

she dialed her

the same time, upstairs, a melodious piano tune emanated from

about

started

a phone with

then he

case from his pocket.

Barclay's taste

pick up the phone. "Hello, I'm

to witness a couple's romantic interaction, feeling speechless. "It's me." Moira's slightly trembling female voice came through the phone. Barclay

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