Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1194

“Hmm?”

Sherilyn shot him a quick glance before turning to the designer and explaining, “Honestly, I’m not sure what advice to give. I don’t really have anything I absolutely love or hate.”

“That’s perfectly fine,”

The designer nodded with a warm smile. “That’s actually pretty normal. How about this…Ms. Gomez, maybe you can tell me a bit about your usual style? Like what kind of clothes you tend to wear?”

“And also,” she added, “if you have any favorite jewelry, foods you love, hobbies, books or movies you’re into…stuff like that.”

The designer summed it up, “All those things are part of your taste, and the more I know, the better I can design a wedding dress that really fits you.”

“Oh, I see.” Sherilyn’s eyes lit up, and she nodded with a gentle smile. “Alright, let me think…”

Her voice was soft and calm as she started to talk.

“Take your time,”

The designer said, ready to type notes into her iPad, “The more details, the better…”

Meanwhile, Gilbert stood quietly to the side, finally letting himself relax a little.

Sherilyn was answering every question with such care, just like a bride-to-be who was truly looking forward to her wedding…

Maybe he’d just been overthinking things. She wasn’t holding out on marrying him just because she was upset.

That was a relief.

As long as they were together, everything else would work itself out.

Her being mad, keeping her distance for now…that was all temporary.

He had plenty of patience, and he’d win her over eventually.

His usually sharp features softened, a smile playing on his lips as he watched his fiancée talk so sweetly.

“Ms. Gomez, I think I’ve got a good sense of things now. How about you come inside with me and we’ll take your measurements?”

“Sure.”

Sherilyn stood up with a smile, and the French lead designer personally led her inside.

“I’ll take the measurements myself. Knowing your shape will help me create something perfect for you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

From their chat to the measuring, it took nearly two hours.

When they were done, the store manager came over to Sherilyn.

“Go on, get your work done.”

Gilbert noticed the watch she was wearing—it matched his, the pair they’d bought together.

He couldn’t help but smile. “Let me at least walk you to the car.”

“Okay.”

Sherilyn slid into the backseat, and the car pulled away.

In the rearview mirror, she could see Gilbert standing there, watching until the car turned the corner and was out of sight.

She looked away, a barely-there smile on her lips.

She took out her phone and sent a message to both Joyce and Rebecca White—identical texts.

A few minutes later, her phone rang. It was Rebecca.

“Hey,”

“Sherilyn…”

Rebecca hesitated, her voice gentle. “Are you…alright?”