Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

After that night’s stunning jazz performance, Sherilyn shot to fame. With Colin’s savvy marketing, she quickly became the hottest act at the Neon Nights Bar.

Patrons were tripping over themselves to see her, some even willing to pay top dollar. But understanding the value of exclusivity, Colin turned them all down. Moreover, until then, he hadn’t even revealed her name.

To the public, she was known as Ms. S.

It only served to ramp up everyone’s curiosity. The news of Ms. S‘ show meant the bar was packed, with revenues hitting several times the usual.

“There she is!” In an instant, all eyes fixed on the stage. A sudden blackout enveloped the space.

Oddly, the room fell silent. Not a soul dared to make a noise, all waiting with bated breath. Then, a spotlight hit the stage. A figure in red took over the spotlight, and as an old–world tune played, the dancer began her performance.

With a flick of her wrists, she leaped gracefully, playfully raising her eyebrows at the audience below. Yet again, her face remained unseen. She had donned a veil.

“Bravo!”

The entrance was so stunning. It took the audience a moment before the audience erupted into thunderous applause.

And the dance continued. Sherilyn’s body moved with the fluidity of a willow in the breeze. She also used wires in her dance. As the music ebbed and flowed, she moved effortlessly across the stage.

“She’s amazing,” Derek couldn’t help but praise.

“Yeah,” Yates agreed, “Neon Nights Bar stepped up their game with this new dancer. She’s leagues above the previous acts.”

The dance alone was a feast for the eyes.

Gilbert frowned slightly, saying nothing. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

But Edgar chirped, “Of course, S graduated from a professional dance academy. She’s different from those amateur dancers before.”

“Really?” Yates glanced at his younger cousin, “Sounds like you’re quite the fan. What, got a little crush?”

“I, I…” Still young and easily teased, Edgar blushed. “I just heard it from other guests. You

guys were too busy chatting to notice.

“Wow!” Suddenly, the crowd erupted into cheers.

Sherilyn had launched into the air, her long ribbons wrapping around her, making her seem like a fairy descending from the heavens!

“Where is she going?”

“Don’t know!”

“Come this way!”

Many guests were excited. Some even raised their hands, hoping to touch a corner of the fairy’s dress.

However, Sherilyn flew straight toward a booth facing the stage. It was Gilbert’s table.

Gilbert sat still, watching as the celestial figure approached him. It was only up close that Sherilyn recognized him. Surprised, yet without pausing, she flicked her wrist, sending her sleeve flying toward Gilbert as planned!

Instinctively, Gilbert reached out to catch it. But Sherilyn was quicker, pulling it back in a flash, leaving Gilbert with nothing but a lingering fragrance in his palm.

Behind her veil, Sherilyn wasn’t concerned about anyone recognizing her. She smiled, turned, and flew back to the stage.

“Wow! Who’s that lucky guy?”

“It’s the guy at that booth!”

“Which big shot is it?”

“Oh, why couldn’t it be me?”

The crowd was still buzzing with excitement when the stage went dark again. The music stopped, and when the lights came back on, Ms. S was gone.

Gilbert remained in his last pose, lost in thought. To Derek and the others, he looked like a man bewitched.

“Hey!” Derek slapped him on the shoulder. “Snap out of it! Come back to reality.”