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

to offend, so with a heavy

Caroline couldn't make it work with her schedule tonight,

murmur of complaints filled the

sooner instead of making

our time doesn't matter,

profusely, "I'm really sorry,

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

"It's alright."

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

time anyway. It

affect her much.

be heading

"Take care, Ms. Sherilyn."

her clothes, she pondered why Caroline hadn't shown up.

from Gilbert,

here, at the

waiting by

asked, taking her

"Didn't do much tonight."

"Caroline didn't show up tonight, left everyone hanging. Do you know why?" "Hm?" Gilbert tilted his head, a playful smile spreading across his

skeptical look,

"Trying to

you're that curious, should I

reached for his

"No, don't!"