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

couldn't afford to offend, so with a heavy heart, she went

work with her schedule tonight,

murmur of complaints filled

something sooner instead of

time doesn't matter,

really sorry, everyone... truly, I

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

"It's alright."

more composed than the other stars. Even if

time anyway.

affect her much.

heading

"Take care, Ms. Sherilyn."

why Caroline hadn't shown up. Her phone buzzed with an unread

Gilbert,

at the

waiting by his

he asked, taking

"Didn't do much tonight."

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

Sherilyn's skeptical look,

"Trying to catch

I've got no clue. But if you're that

for his

"No, don't!"