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?

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

afford to offend, so with a heavy heart,

with her schedule tonight, so we're calling off the

murmur of complaints

something sooner instead of

our time

really

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

"It's alright."

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

time anyway. It

affect her much.

be heading

"Take care, Ms. Sherilyn."

Sherilyn changed her clothes, she pondered why Caroline hadn't

was from Gilbert,

here, at the

quickly, she saw Gilbert waiting by

he asked, taking her

"Didn't do much tonight."

everyone hanging. Do you know why?" "Hm?" Gilbert tilted his head, a playful smile spreading across his face. "Why would I

Sherilyn's skeptical

to

I've got no clue. But if you're that curious, should I ask

reached for his

"No, don't!"