Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 217

“Ms. Hansen,” Sherilyn shot up from her seat, her voice tinged with urgency, “that’s not what I meant…”

“Cut the chatter.” Daphne raised her hand. “I get what you’re trying to say. But a dancer proves herself on the stage! Do you think waiting to get along with everyone before stepping up makes sense? Mr. Johnson went through all that trouble to bring you here to me for what?”

She fixed Sherilyn with a look that spoke volumes. “You do as told, slimming down an inch off your waist when asked.”

Who was Daphne? She could gauge any girl’s weight and measurements in the troupe with just one glance.

Daphne turned to Sherilyn, “You’ve got the grit. Why not show it on the stage? Tell me, do you want to dance or not?”

Being trusted felt like a blessing.

Sherilyn nodded earnestly. “Yes, I do!”

“Then dance!” Daphne declared, “Make a name for yourself!”

“Yes, Ms. Hansen.” Sherilyn’s heart swelled, nodding vigorously.

“You see,” The atmosphere softened as Daphne pointed at Sherilyn. “Life is all about navigating relationships. Do you think everyone’s going to like you? Focusing on your dance is what’s real. Stop worrying about the what–ifs.”

listened carefully. “I’ll remember that, Ms. Hansen.”

and tickets sell out fast. If you don’t make a name for yourself, that’s one thing, but don’t you dare tarnish our reputation!”

solemnly, “Don’t worry. I’ll practice hard!”

They had been seeing each other frequently these days for a

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little longer. Who knew if Gilbert might suddenly take an

didn’t pressure Sherilyn about it. He usually just dropped her off at Serenity Street, occasionally grabbing a meal together in some budget–friendly diner, splitting

her to the beginning of Twilight

head

out of curiosity,

a trip to Rainshore City.

about a

Sherilyn quickly said, “Safe travels then. And with the time difference, make sure to get

the car. “I’ll head off. I don’t want to

Edgar called out to her.

his face, he had something to say, making Sherilyn chuckle, “What is it? Just say it.”

good friend to her

I get back, it’ll almost be my birthday. I was thinking of inviting you to my birthday party.”