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?

a heads up? How was Lauren supposed

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

work with her schedule tonight, so we're

complaints

said something sooner instead of making us

time doesn't

profusely, "I'm really

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

"It's alright."

other stars. Even if Caroline

time anyway.

affect her much.

be heading out,

"Take care, Ms. Sherilyn."

hadn't shown up. Her

Gilbert, sent five minutes

here, at the

waiting

asked, taking her

"Didn't do much tonight."

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

skeptical look,

"Trying to

But if you're that curious, should I ask my

reached for his

"No, don't!"