Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Seeing Gilbert staring intently at her dress, Caroline couldn't help but laugh. "Does it look familiar? It's the same one you picked out for Sherilyn, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh," Gilbert nodded hesitantly. Just similar?

"It's not just similar!"

Caroline chuckled, "This is that dress."

Then, she shared what happened with Sherilyn earlier that day.

"Sherilyn is just amazing, you know? I barely mentioned liking the dress, and she insisted I take it."

Sherilyn gave up her dress?

Gilbert's gaze narrowed slightly. What was Sherilyn wearing then?

Wait, where was Sherilyn?

Looking up, Gilbert scanned the hall once more.

Caroline noticed and her smile faded a bit. "Looking for Sherilyn? I haven't seen her; she probably hasn't arrived yet." Hasn't arrived?

Gilbert glanced at his watch, his brow furrowing.

"Then you wait here for her."

Caroline gave a sheepish smile, "I should head over to your brother; if he doesn't see me in a while, he'll start fuming." "Alright."

"Mr. Gilbert!"

Charles, who had also been looking for Sherilyn, came over but didn't find any sign of her.

"She hasn't arrived?"

Before he could even speak, Gilbert, seeing him alone, understood.

"Mr. Gilbert," Charles said, "It started snowing outside, probably causing traffic jams. Maybe we should call her? She might be about to arrive."

So, Gilbert found a quiet corner and dialed Sherilyn's number.

When the phone rang, Sherilyn had just hopped on a bike-share.

She picked up.

"Hello?"

"Sherilyn." Gilbert massaged his temple. "Where are you? It's snowing outside; are you stuck in traffic?"

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"Why?"

"Well," Sherilyn explained, "I ran into Caroline today while trying on the dress. She really liked it, so I let her have it. have nothing else suitable to wear, and I can't just show up in workout gear, can I? That would embarrass you, right?"

What?

Gilbert was stunned. He knew there was more to the dress situation!

So, Sherilyn wasn't coming after all?

He had a hunch and blurted out, "Is it that you don't want to come? Don't want to be seen with me in public?"

Hit the nail on the head!

Sherilyn's intentions were clear as day.

But she wouldn't admit it.

"Of course not," Sherilyn replied evasively, laughing, "Didn't you see Caroline? If you saw what she's wearing, you'd know I'm telling the truth..."

"Sherilyn!"

Gilbert's tone was sharp, filled with anger.

"You did it on purpose! You gave her the dress so you wouldn't have to attend tonight with me!"

Sherilyn adamantly denied, "I really didn't..."

"Hmph." Gilbert scoffed, his gaze darkening.

"Why are you upset?"

But before he could say more, Sherilyn took the initiative, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

"What?" Gilbert was taken aback.

"You said it yourself."

Sherilyn's voice was light and breezy, "I owed her one. So, what's wrong with giving her the dress she liked?"

At that, Gilbert was left breathless.

Had he just shot himself in the foot?