Mom and Dad weren't Mom and Dad? What did that even mean? "So, you were adopted?" Honestly, that meant she could be anyone's.

Brooke looked down at her shoes and shrugged. "Barneys is getting their new spring stock in soon anyway, so it's not as though these were too long for the world." She'd probably pass them along to her maid Sharona, who would probably sell them on Ebay or something to help finance her tragic pierogi habit. "Beauty before comfort," she added, as though it were preposterous to think any other way. "After all, running shoes aren't everyday wear." They were meant for one's own personal in-house gym.