Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

CHAPTER 176

Daphne lifted her gaze, taking a good, long look at the girl standing before her, from head to toe, very carefully.

Sherilyn just stood there, not showing the slightest discomfort. Daphne slightly curved her lips, her expression steady, as she stared at Sherilyn’s face. “Wearing makeup?”

“Yes.” Sherilyn nodded. She had gone out job hunting. Naturally, she had put on makeup.

“Go and remove it.” Daphne pointed toward the nearby bathroom, “There’s makeup remover in there. Clean it all off.”

Sherilyn said, “Okay, Ms. Hansen.”

Gilbert settled on the couch, deciding it was between them, not his place to interfere.

Soon, Sherilyn emerged, her face still damp from removing the makeup. “Ms. Hansen, it’s all off.”

“Come here.” Daphne gestured for Sherilyn to come closer, “Sit.”

She patted the spot beside her.

Sherilyn took a few steps and obediently sat down.

Daphne raised her hand, asking, “May I touch your face?”

“Of course.” Sherilyn didn’t mind. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Good.” Daphne raised her hand, gently tracing Sherilyn’s features with her fingertips, pressing slightly, not just feeling her face..

Gilbert watched, frowning. What was with the face touching? Eh! Derek didn’t even mention it. He had never even examined Sherilyn’s face that closely!

Luckily, Daphne soon withdrew her hand. With a smile, she looked satisfied. and said, “Good, no plastic surgery.”

“Yes.” Sherilyn smiled, nodding. “I got my looks from my mom.

“Remember that.” Daphne nodded, advising, “Don’t think of having plastic

surgery on your face if you want to dance with me. Keep it natural.”

“Okay.” Sherilyn nodded, but then it hit her, “Ms. Hansen, what did you say?”

Had she heard it wrong? Did Daphne say, ‘Dance with me‘? Was it what she thought it meant?

“Oh, I spoke too soon.” After saying that, Daphne stood up. “Come on, let’s head to the studio. Show me what you’ve got.”

“Sure, Ms. Hansen.” Sherilyn took a deep breath.

She hadn’t brought her dancewear, dancing in her clothes. She performed Martha Graham’s signature piece, “Appalachian Spring.”

Even without changing, her performance wasn’t affected in the slightest.

Arms crossed, Daphne grew more pleased as she watched, and something. about Sherilyn looked familiar, feeling like she had seen Sherilyn somewhere before.

As the dance ended, Sherilyn stopped, standing at attention. “Ms. Hansen, I await your guidance.”

Daphne didn’t respond but asked, “Have you danced with Crestwood’s RED Dance Troupe before?”

Sherilyn was stunned, never expecting Ms. Hansen to know, “Yes, how did your know?”

“It was you.” Daphne smiled. “I met with the RED Dance Troupe during a tour in Crestwood. I know you danced wonderfully, but unfortunately, they were biased against outsiders, so you were always held back.”

She had seen Sherilyn dance at RED Dance Troupe, outperforming many of their leads. But for an outsider, to make it in Crestwood was almost impossible. Sometimes, the more talented one was, the more they got suppressed.

Recalling those times, Sherilyn still felt it unfair. “It’s all in the past now. I’ve returned.”

“Good.” Daphne nodded, satisfied, “It’s good you’re back. From now on, dance with me. And here, you’ll find your stage! Shine, Sherilyn.”