Moira returned the phone to the stunning woman, her cheeks still tinged with warmth. "Thanks a million,
gorgeous."
"I'm Everly Sullivane."
"Alright then, Miss Everly."
Everly glanced at Moira and broke into a sudden grin. "Ms. Jimenez, you're quite the charmer."
Moira hesitated, about to respond, when Everly was whisked away by her friend.
"Sorry to run off, Ms. Jimenez. Let's catch up later."
"No worries, next time, for sure."
After Everly left, Moira stood there feeling a bit at loose ends, but Barclay gestured for her to stay put.
She remained still. What if she wandered off, and they ended up missing each other? That would be incredibly
awkward.
At that moment, a waiter arrived with a tray of vibrant drinks. Moira casually reached for one, taking a sip.
Tart and sweet, surprisingly refreshing, with a hint of lemon and fruitiness. Moira took another sip, feeling a bit
buzzed, unable to resist another.
It was her first taste of such a concoction, and she had no clue about the brand. But it was oddly irresistible,
making her tempted to ask Cynthia for a purchase link. But that was just a passing thought.
Moira swiftly drained her glass, scanning the room but failing to spot Barclay anywhere.
Feeling idle, she started tapping out a tune on her imaginary piano. Just as her fingers began to dance, someone
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The words dripped with sarcasm, and Moira looked up to see two unfamiliar women standing nearby, each with a
drink in hand.
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