Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Was it just her imagination, or was Callie's gaze towards her a tad peculiar?

It seemed tinged with curiosity, and perhaps a dash of hostility...?

It must be her mind playing tricks on her, right? After all, they were strangers until today.

Lauren clapped her hands, gathering the other artists. "Folks, come on over and meet each other... we're all one team now!"

"Hey, everyone."

Callie, with a smile as warm as apple pie, said apologetically, "Sorry for barging in like this. To make up for it, dinner's on me tonight."

These stars exchanged looks.

"No, you don't have to..."

"Really, it's okay."

"Nah, no backing out! Otherwise, you're snubbing me!"

"Heh, alright then."

"Thanks a bunch!"

Sherilyn frowned slightly, eyeing Callie.

Despite her delicate appearance, there was an undeniable edge to her - she wasn't someone to be trifled with...

Sherilyn didn't see any red flags. Callie seemed to catch on quickly. Stepping out for a breather, Sherilyn's

plan tonight?" Gilbert's voice was different over

new kind

Sherilyn pursed

you up after. Keep an eye on your phone,

"Got it."

noticed a group approaching, with the station's top brass in tow, as if escorting someone

by curiosity, Sherilyn took

her heart

It was Galloway!

some online sleuthing on 'Galloway' in the past few days. A master of traditional painting of his caliber naturally had a wealth

mistake. She grabbed her phone for another quick search, comparing a

the

front of her...

mistake! It

on, Sherilyn couldn't hold back. She broke into a jog after

couldn't get close. Left with no choice,

"Mr. White! Mr. White!"

The crowd halted.

around, they all

"Mr. White."

to Galloway, "Good evening, sir. I apologize for the intrusion. I'm a friend of Rebecca

Galloway surveyed her with a gentle smile. "Rebecca's friend,