Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

CHAPTER 175

Sherilyn was somewhat shocked by where she found herself. Though she had never been there before, she had heard of it.

The Lightning Dance Troupe, the premier modern dance group of Sunhaven, held a respectable position and fame even on the international stage. The troupe had once performed in Crestwood. Unfortunately, the tickets were pricey and hard to get, so Sherilyn missed out on seeing their performance.

Stepping out of the car, Sherilyn stood at the entrance, looking bewilderedly at Gilbert. What was his reason for bringing her there?

After locking the car, Gilbert gestured for her to follow with a nod of his chin.

“Oh.” Hesitating for seconds, Sherilyn nonetheless followed. Though unsure of his intentions, she was excited about being at the Lightning Dance Troupe! Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Before returning to Sunhaven, she had inquired about job opportunities there, keen to join.

However, she was disappointed to learn that the troupe’s director had a policy of not openly hiring. All dancers had to be personally selected by her. Rumors even said they had an in–house training program for young recruits, eliminating the need to hire externally. So, Sherilyn had given up on that idea.

Trailing behind Gilbert, they made their way to the backstage. Tonight, there was no performance. Yet, the backstage area buzzed with activity. Several rehearsal rooms were packed with people either practicing or working on their routines, making Sherilyn envious.

Suddenly, she felt a pull on her hand.

“What are you looking at?” Gilbert clasped her hand, drawing her closer. “Pay attention to where you’re walking and stop gawking.”

Stopping at the door, Gilbert let go of her hand to straighten her clothes. “You’re about to meet Ms. Hansen. Don’t be nervous. Just answer whatever

she asks.”

Sherilyn stuttered, “Who?”

“Ms. Hansen.” Gilbert looked at her amusedly, “Ms. Daphne Hansen. You’re

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into modern dance and haven’t heard of Ms. Hansen?”

“I’ve… heard of her,” Sherilyn nodded vigorously.

She had heard much about Daphne, the legendary!

“That’s settled then.” Gilbert knocked on the door.

“Come in.” A pleasant voice called from inside.

Pushing the door open, Gilbert reminded Sherilyn, “Relax, make a good first impression on Ms. Hansen.”

“Okay.” Sherilyn nodded, half in a daze.

The room was a cozy suite. Sitting on the sofa was a woman in her late thirties or early forties, with fine lines around her eyes but otherwise tight skin, a well–proportioned figure, and an impressive demeanor.

Sherilyn’s heart raced. That was Ms. Daphne Hansen! She had never met Daphne in person but had seen her pictures online!

Oh, the excitement of a modern dancer meeting a master like her!

“Ms. Hansen.” Gilbert stepped forward, bowing, “We made it on time, didn’t we?”

“Yes.” Daphne glanced at her watch. They were five minutes early.

Daphne placed a high value on punctuality. Even if the introduction came from her childhood friend, even if this was Mr. Gilbert, she wouldn’t have spared him any grace if he dared to be late.

“Mr. Johnson, please take a seat.” Daphne gestured to the sofa across from her.

“Thank you, Ms. Hansen.” Gilbert didn’t sit immediately but turned to Sherilyn, beckoning her, “Sherilyn, come here. Introduce yourself to Ms. Hansen.”

“Okay.” Lips pursed, Sherilyn stepped forward and stood with her hands clasped. “Hello, Ms. Hansen. My name is Sherilyn.”