Brooke raised her own and then took a nice, demure, lady-like sip of her wine, savouring the burst of berry flavours on her tongue.

She smiled a little like the cat who got a taste of the canary and leaned back in her seat.

"I've heard of that happening to people, how they return home, and it doesn't feel like home anymore," she said. "It's funny, my whole life, I was raised to believe that I was this Fifth Avenue WASP, but it turns out...I'm Spanish. Partially. That changes your perspective on some things."