Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Where was Sherilyn off to?

Gilbert furrowed his brow, quickening his pace.

"Gilbert." A crisp, slightly sharp voice called out from the side.

Turning, Gilbert saw Caroline approaching with a smile, still dressed in her stage costume, with Caleb in tow.

"Caroline?" Gilbert frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"Just here for work." Caroline glanced at Caleb with a smile.

"Mr. Johnson," Caleb explained, "Caroline, out of consideration for me, agreed to make a cameo in a couple of scenes."

"I got a call from Mr. Marshall at the last minute, and I couldn't say no to him. Luckily, I was free," Caroline added.

Before her trip to Switzerland, she had paused all her work, and hadn't scheduled anything upon her return.

Gilbert nodded slightly, "I see."

"Mr. Johnson."

Caleb then extended an invitation, "We're about to wrap up for the day. The crew is planning a dinner, and Caroline will be joining. Would you care to join us, Mr. Johnson?" "Let's go together."

Caroline quickly made the decision for him, "Gilbert, I'm going to take off my makeup. Wait for me, it's settled then." "Alright."

merely

for Sherilyn, but she was nowhere to be seen. Had she run off at the sight of

not recognizing

awkward smile, "Mr. Johnson, I'm Karol, an artist

hadn't managed to match faces to names just yet. He nodded, not intending

Karol pressed on, "Are you looking for

raised his eyebrows, giving her a direct look, "Do you know

nodded, holding up

bag,

is in the restroom.

well, I brought

"Not feeling well?"

wrong

"Don't worry."

just... Sherilyn is having her monthly

clarification, Gilbert understood; Sherilyn

run away

her period, making her uncomfortable. Was she feeling unwell

Johnson." Karol smiled, "I'll

"Sure."

the 'items' Karol had brought,

was quite unexpected. She hadn't felt the usual pre-warning signs, Rot