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!

With only herself and Barclay in the house last night, and considering she had dozed off halfway, it was highly likely that Barclay had undone the zipper. The thought made Moira flush with embarrassment.

How shameful!

she couldn't help but sense that Barclay was a decent man. Unzipping her dress might have led to more untoward actions if it were someone else. Ah, he, indeed,

he had encountered someone as

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

the time she finished and descended the

was a workday, Mr.

sighed with relief. In her clear-headed

lunch, Moira dared not go back to sleep. Instead, she hastened to the music

the Chairman's office

could

discern why, Mr.Covington's buoyant demeanor made Linden feel less constrained as he

matter you

his grip on

to be a

Barclay. "The wine was spiked but not

wine was

known for their wild antics. They had arrived at the gathering last night accompanied by female companions, with plans

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