Brooke can relate to that a little, having found out just a few months ago that the man she had thought was her father was actually a complex illusion created by her mother. Lies. Brooke hated them. "You could be dead." Yes, it was morbid, but it was also true.

"A half inch is hardly a heel." Granted, Brooke's heels were four inches high, but she'd gotten used to wearing them that high. The only times she'd really worn flats were when she'd been in high school, and that's mostly because wearing four-inch high heels was frowned upon by the headmistress. God, but this girl was so different from Brooke. Climbing trees, not wearing skirts... Brooke hardly ever wore pants, and the only things she climbed were social ladders and sweeping staircases. "Please tell me you didn't wear a skort instead." Jeans she could forgive. A skort? Never.