Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 217

"Ms. Hansen," Sherilyn shot up from her seat, her voice tinged with urgency, "that's not what I meant..."

"Cut the chatter." Daphne raised her hand. "I get what you're trying to say. But a dancer proves herself on the stage! Do you think waiting to get along with everyone before stepping up makes sense? Mr. Johnson went through all that trouble to bring you here to me for what?"

She fixed Sherilyn with a look that spoke volumes. "You do as told, slimming down an inch off your waist when asked."

Who was Daphne? She could gauge any girl's weight and measurements in the troupe with just one glance.

Daphne turned to Sherilyn, "You've got the grit. Why not show it on the stage? Tell me, do you want to dance or not?"

Being trusted felt like a blessing.

Sherilyn nodded earnestly. "Yes, I do!"

"Then dance!" Daphne declared, "Make a name for yourself!"

"Yes, Ms. Hansen." Sherilyn's heart swelled, nodding vigorously.

"You see," The atmosphere softened as Daphne pointed at Sherilyn. "Life is all about navigating relationships. Do you think everyone's going to like you? Focusing on your dance is what's real. Stop worrying about the what-ifs."

Sherilyn listened carefully. "I'll remember that, Ms. Hansen."

"Good." Pleased, Daphne joked, "Dance well. The Lightning Dance Troupe's reputation is stellar, and tickets sell out fast. If you don't make a name for yourself, that's one thing, but don't you dare tarnish our reputation!"

"Ms. Hansen." Sherilyn was serious, nodding solemnly, "Don't worry. I'll practice hard!"

...

Later that evening, Edgar came to pick her up. They had been seeing each other frequently these days for a simple reason. Edgar thought they needed to keep their act going a little longer. Who knew if Gilbert might suddenly take an interest in her again?

Edgar didn't pressure Sherilyn about it. He usually just dropped her off at Serenity Street, occasionally grabbing a meal together in some budget-friendly diner, splitting the bill.