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.

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

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

still looking down, finally

on the floor. Otherwise,

Barclay said, "Mr. Covington had

keeping her gaze forward,

remembered something. "Oops, I forgot to tell Ms. Hurst

care of

He hadn't.

rose from her seat, confident

needed

Moira responded softly, refraining from

fate had other

as Moira settled into the car, Barclay's voice cut through

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

gift she received

"Excuse me?"

all her birthday presents for the year

did she say

didn't say anything,

tongue, eyeing her with a hint of amusement. "Ah, she fancies

Moira fell silent.

it too late to

over her slightly flushed cheeks before settling

"Oh, uh, alright."

Moira awkwardly fastened her

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