Generally, Brooke dragged Sharona everywhere with her. Except the Xavier Institute, and that's only because Rachel and entirely forbidden it.

Brooke accepted the card and brandished one of her own - thick, creamy white cardstock with deep scarlet lettering. The card itself carried a light scent of vanilla and berries - pure and luscious. Nothing like Brooke herself in some areas, but she liked the image of purity that it tended to evoke.

"My address is on there," she said pleasantly. "So you know where to direct your town car to."