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!"

saying that, he

still, feeling oddly calm. Being left behind was nothing new, but what was she to do? Feeling hungry, she realized she had only nibbled

to the buffet, her eyes scanning the spread. It had been years since she'd

tapped her

turned to see a young

from back then and the heiress to the Bryant Group. If Sherilyn

you're... After a closer look, Darlene got suspicious, though she

her were all shocked at the

news. It is a welcome party for Sherilyn, and you had no

know. Oh my god,

Their companions looked disgusted.

I'd known, I wouldn't have come. Welcoming Sherilyn? That's

return spells

comments, focusing instead on the buffet. She reached for a brownie, only to see another hand aiming for the same treat. It

hand, saying, "Go