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...

seemed to catch on quickly. Stepping out for a breather, Sherilyn's

Gilbert's voice was different over

a new kind of

pursed her

up after. Keep an eye on your

"Got it."

noticed a group approaching, with the station's

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 of

She grabbed her

the

front of her...

mistake! It

couldn't hold back.

people, Sherilyn couldn't get close. Left with no choice, she called

"Mr. White! Mr. White!"

The crowd halted.

around, they all stared

"Mr. White."

hurried forward, bowing slightly to Galloway, "Good evening, sir. I apologize

gentle smile. "Rebecca's friend, is it? What can I