Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Sherilyn," Caroline's voice was cheerful, even though her face was hidden behind sunglasses and a mask. "Who knew you could dance like that? You could totally be a dance instructor on TV. I'm so proud of you."

Sherilyn casually threw in a "Thanks" as they talked.

Suddenly, a sleek navy Maybach pulled up in front of them.

"Francis is here to pick me up," Caroline mentioned, inviting Sherilyn, "Where are you headed? Come on, we'll give you a lift."

"No, it's okay," Sherilyn declined with a wave. "Gilbert's coming for me in a bit."

"Oh," Caroline replied with a meaningful smile. "Then I won't keep you from your date. We'll head off first."

At the bottom of the steps, Francis had already exited the car, holding the door open for Caroline.

making daily calls and visits, always ready to pick her up and take her

asked, intertwining her fingers with Francis' and resting

usual response. "I'm happy as long as you

something. It felt like... a silver earring. A women's earring, to be precise. At least, that was the style among the Johnsons. This car was Francis' personal choice for picking her up, usually opting for a Rolls-Royce on other

ached

it belonged to someone else James' mother. Francis had lied again, claiming he wouldn't be involved with James' mom. Then where did this earring come

she forced a smile, taking his hand to step out. Learning from past experiences,

Soon after, Gilbert arrived.

coming over to

making him uneasy. "Why are you looking

who I saw today?" Sherilyn's eyes

"Who?" Gilbert was clueless.