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?

up? How was Lauren supposed

to offend, so with a heavy heart, she went back to the rehearsal room, offering apologetic smiles

her schedule

complaints filled the

said something sooner instead of making

our time doesn't matter,

really sorry, everyone... truly, I

to Sherilyn, "Ms. Sherilyn, I'm so sorry... for wasting

"It's alright."

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

time anyway. It

affect her much.

heading

"Take care, Ms. Sherilyn."

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

was from Gilbert, sent five minutes

at the main

waiting by

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?" "Hm?" Gilbert tilted his head,

Sherilyn's skeptical

"Trying to

no clue. But if you're that curious,

reached for

"No, don't!"