´´Moira! Moira!!´´ it was her mother. ´´Where are y....oh!´´ Lady Kincaid came face to face with Ciaran Pendragon and for a moment there was lost for words. ´´Ah...dear, there you are...with ehh...ehh...who is this gentleman child?´´ Arabella whispered. ´´Lord Ciaran Pendragon, milady, at your service´´ Ciaran said. ´´Right! of course, charmed I´m sure...Moira I would like you to meet someone, if you will just excuse us milord´´ Arabella ushered her daughter away from Lord Pendragon and almost into the arms of a rather short fellow with a very aristocratic profile. ´´This is Charles Kilmory, Lord Kilmory´s son´´ Lady Kincaid proclaimed, as if she had found a treasure. But Moira had no interest in Charles at all and just wanted to find Lord Pendragon again, but it seemed he was nowhere to be found.
As the night drew to a close she stepped into the car and when they got home, she fell asleep straight away.