Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 15

Walking through the living room to the backyard, they could feel the weight of numerous gazes on them. Whispers floated through the oir, barely audible over the murmur of the gathering. "Hey, who's that with Mr. Gilbert?"

"Is that Caroline?"

"She doesn't look like Caroline Camline's not that tall"

"Since when are high heels banned?"

Sherilyn couldn't help but chuckle silently. She knew Caroline and Gilbert were close, but mixing her up with Caroline was a bit much. They couldn't be more different in appearance and stature. "Hello?" Gilbert suddenly stopped to answer his phone.

"About the situation in the East District... Yeah, here's the case..."

It sounded like business talk. Sherilyn didn't understand or core to, so she stood quietly, waiting.

Gilbert hurried off soon, leaving Sherilyn trying to keep pace until he turned and irritably told her, "I've got things to handle. Stop following me around!"

that,

oddly calm. Being left behind was nothing new, but what was she to

the buffet, her eyes scanning the spread. It had been years since she'd indulged in such delightful

Someone tapped her shoulder

to see a young woman she faintly

was Darlene Bryant, one of Gilbert's fervent admirers from back then and the heiress to the Bryant Group. If Sherilyn hadn't been in the picture,

look, Darlene got suspicious, though she was unsure.

alone. Several friends around her were all shocked at the mention of Sherilyn's name.

a welcome party for Sherilyn, and you had

didn't know. Oh

Their companions looked disgusted.

I'd known, I wouldn't have come. Welcoming

return spells trouble

instead on the buffet. She reached for a brownie, only to see

her hand, saying, "Go ahead,