Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 74

Tonight, Sherilyn was a vision in white, her dress fitted at the top and flowing freely at the bottom, the silk fabric catching the light and creating a halo effect around her.

She wore a mask that covered only her face, with a rose painted on the left side, while the right remained a blank canvas.

There was an innocence about her, yet tinged with an air of mystery. But the mystery wasn't intimidating. On the contrary, it drew people in, making them want to peel back the layers and discover more about her.

On stage, she danced gracefully, as if floating in water, embodying the essence of a rose.

She was as pure as a rose, untouched and unadorned!

She didn't interact with the audience. And she didn't need to. She was the ethereal fairy, and the people below were mere mortals in her presence. They looked up to her, willing and eager.

Directly facing the stage, Gilbert found himself mesmerized.

that, the fairy shot up into the air, nailed at flawless split, and snagged a

"Wow!"

"Here she comes!"

erupted

pass by the booths, causing Gilbert's gaze to darken, his Adam's apple bobbing with a hard swallow. Suddenly, he felt

head back to drain it. He stood up and

the service corridor, Gilbert saw her holding her dress and walking toward

from her, Gilbert

Was he talking to her? Could Gilbert have recognized her even with the mask? No! If he had recognized her, he wouldn't look so calm. Clutching her dress tighter, Sherilyn feigned composure but said nothing. If she said

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walk away just like that. In desperation, he reached out and grabbed

herself to remain still. However, her eyes, visible above the mask, widened in alarm. Gilbert was stunned by her look. It felt familiar somehow.

had released her in time.