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?

she have given a heads up? How was Lauren supposed to explain this

offend, so with a heavy heart, she

with her schedule tonight,

complaints

sooner instead of

our time

apologized profusely, "I'm really

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

"It's alright."

the other stars. Even if Caroline hadn't been late, she

anyway. It

affect her much.

heading out,

"Take care, Ms. Sherilyn."

changed her clothes, she pondered why Caroline hadn't shown up. Her phone buzzed with an

from Gilbert, sent five minutes

at the main

waiting by his

asked, taking her

"Didn't do much tonight."

head, her gaze examining him, "Caroline didn't show up tonight, left everyone hanging. Do you know why?" "Hm?" Gilbert tilted his head, a playful

skeptical

to

But if you're that curious, should

for his

"No, don't!"