Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

On that day, Sherilyn dropped by Blake's place to finalize the contract.

"Sherilyn," Blake greeted her with a warm smile and a handshake. "It's a pleasure to work with you."

Sherilyn chuckled, "I just hope I won't be too much trouble."

"Trouble? Not at all."

Blake stood up, gesturing for her to follow him out. "You're a hard find for us. Come on, let's get your makeup trial done. Mr. Marshall needs to approve, too."

He playfully wrinkled his nose, "There's no one pickier!"

Sherilyn smiled lightly, trailing behind him.

The makeup room was bustling with artists and stylists ready for her.

Her role, though not the main one, demanded perfection in her appearance due to its specific requirements.

Today's audience wouldn't be easily fooled. Failing to live up to the 'world's greatest beauty' title would unleash a keyboard war.

The role involved eight different makeup looks, each necessitating a photoshoot for promotional posters. It was going to be a busy day.

By the time Sherilyn was done, it was nearly seven in the evening.

Luckily, her part wasn't a daily commitment; otherwise, she might have reconsidered her participation.

preparing to leave, Blake approached her, a bouquet

these are for you. Welcome to

said, accepting the flowers with a

asked, "Heading home? I'm leaving too. It's tough

too much

you home

Blake dropped Sherilyn off

said as she got out of

"Sherilyn!"

Just as

he turned to leave,

her, holding

bouquet. "You left

taking

let

and turned to

the wall by

of annoyance, "Can't you

with sarcasm, "I didn't want

everything. Sherilyn had been dropped

The man

as in