Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 280

As the storm raged on, heavy rain hammered down like the world was ending.

Ironforge, already on the edge of the city, felt the full brunt of the tempestuous weather.

The local authorities issued a strict advisory to “stay indoors unless absolutely necessary.” Consequently, the much–anticipated performance had to be involuntarily postponed.

Thus, the entire dance troupe found themselves stranded in the hotel. Even without the advisory, the conditions made performing an impossibility. This time, the lodging arranged for them in Ironforge was a newly built resort. While it boasted a lovely environment, its remote location was less than ideal. Fortunately, the hotel was well–stocked with provisions, so they faced no significant issues on that front.

In the evening, the members of the troupe gathered in the dining hall for a communal dinner. Rebecca and Sherilyn found themselves seated together, sharing dishes and laughter. Sherilyn slid her plate of sweet and sour pork towards Rebecca.

“Rebecca, have some for me, will you?”

“Thanks a lot.”

“No, thank you,” Sherilyn chuckled. “I bave to watch my figure, so I really owe you one.”

Rebecca, with a mischievous grin, passed her a bowl of shrimp. “Then, load up on these. High in protein and won’t make you gain an ounce.”

“Deal.”

After spending a few days sharing a room, they found that they got along famously, their friendship growing closer by the day.

with sarcasm. “With our luck this bad, I wonder if we’ve been cursed

annoyed. “Excuse me? Who are you talking

“Oh, please.”

down, her patience

become the director’s pet? She hasn’t

calling a suck–up?” Rebecca stood up, anger

“Just you!”

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for a fight, and Rebecca’s reaction was just the spark she

heard me. Suck–up,

livid,

Hannah scoffed, “As if. Apologize? Not happening.”

“Fine!”

“I’ll take this to the director!”

attempting to defuse the situation. “Just apologize, will you?”

Ms. Hansen hates infighting.”

could mean trouble for both, regardless of who

still simmering with anger, muttered about the director’s fairness, or lack thereof.

tough? Fine, let’s go