Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Mr. Francis, don't worry."

At the TV station.

Forty minutes past the agreed time, and there was still no sign of Caroline.

The stars kept glancing at their watches, their patience wearing thin.

"Is she even going to show up?"

"Sure, she's a big deal, but we've got schedules too. Why should we all wait for her?"

"Keep it down, will you?"

"Why should we? It's not like being late is something to be proud of."

"Maybe we should have her assistant check in again?"

Lauren was getting anxious. Caroline had promised to be on time. What was going on?

Biting the bullet, she dialed Caroline's number again.

It rang for an eternity before being picked up. "Caroline, are you stuck in traffic or something?"

"I'm not making it tonight." Caroline's voice was cold and detached before the line went dead.

"Hello?"

Lauren was stunned. Not coming?

couldn't she have given a heads up? How was Lauren supposed to explain this to

couldn't afford to offend, so with a heavy heart, she went back to the rehearsal

make it work with her schedule tonight, so we're calling

murmur of complaints filled the

could've said something sooner instead of making us

our time

profusely, "I'm really

"Ms. Sherilyn, I'm

"It's alright."

calm smile, far more composed than the other stars. Even

time anyway.

affect her much.

be heading

"Take care, Ms. Sherilyn."

hadn't shown up.

from Gilbert, sent

here, at the main

quickly, she saw Gilbert waiting by his car from a

he asked, taking her

"Didn't do much tonight."

show up tonight, left everyone hanging. Do you know why?" "Hm?" Gilbert tilted his

skeptical look,

to catch

clue. But if you're

for his

"No, don't!"