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?

given a heads up? How was Lauren supposed to

afford to offend, so with a heavy

her schedule tonight, so we're calling off the

murmur of complaints filled

could've said something sooner instead

time doesn't

really sorry, everyone... truly,

turned to Sherilyn, "Ms. Sherilyn, I'm

"It's alright."

composed than the other stars.

anyway.

affect her much.

heading out,

"Take care, Ms. Sherilyn."

Caroline hadn't shown

Gilbert, sent five minutes

at

quickly, she saw Gilbert waiting by

he asked, taking

"Didn't do much tonight."

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

Sherilyn's skeptical

"Trying to

got no clue. But if you're that

for

"No, don't!"