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?

heads up? How

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

her schedule tonight,

complaints filled the

sooner instead

our time doesn't

profusely, "I'm really

Sherilyn, "Ms. Sherilyn, I'm so sorry...

"It's alright."

more composed than the other stars. Even if Caroline hadn't been late, she would've been

time anyway. It

affect her much.

heading

"Take care, Ms. Sherilyn."

why Caroline hadn't shown up. Her phone

from Gilbert, sent

here, at the

quickly, she saw Gilbert waiting by his car

he asked, taking her

"Didn't do much tonight."

her head, her gaze examining him, "Caroline didn't show up tonight, left everyone hanging. Do you know why?"

skeptical

"Trying to catch

you're that curious, should I ask my

for his

"No, don't!"