Stephanie had an excellent native sense of direction and had homed in swiftly enough to the location where Brooke was, Marcelo on her arm- and the "lead" between them being highly dubious at best. Along the way, she'd acquired a glass of red wine with the sort of effortless aplomb that came with being a Shaw.
It was a fortunate thing too, because truth be told, she was not particularly enamoured with champagne. She tended to find white wines in general rather insipid.
Seeing Brooke, she smiled broadly and walked Marcelo over to her, the sight of the much smaller woman dragging along her boyfriend probably more than a little amusing.
"Brooke." Stephanie's face lit up as she got closer to her friend, exchanging the inevitable air kisses before a much more genuine hug. "You look absolutely stunning as always." She stepped back slightly, before gesturing towards Marcelo.
"And, at very long last ... Brooke, this is Marcelo. Marcelo, Brooke." She hoped the two would hit it off well. Tension between two people so key in her life was not something she needed. Frankly, she had enough problems as it was.
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It was a fortunate thing too, because truth be told, she was not particularly enamoured with champagne. She tended to find white wines in general rather insipid.
Seeing Brooke, she smiled broadly and walked Marcelo over to her, the sight of the much smaller woman dragging along her boyfriend probably more than a little amusing.
"Brooke." Stephanie's face lit up as she got closer to her friend, exchanging the inevitable air kisses before a much more genuine hug. "You look absolutely stunning as always." She stepped back slightly, before gesturing towards Marcelo.
"And, at very long last ... Brooke, this is Marcelo. Marcelo, Brooke." She hoped the two would hit it off well. Tension between two people so key in her life was not something she needed. Frankly, she had enough problems as it was.