"So do you," Brooke said, breaking apart from the hug. She stared at Stephanie for a long moment. It felt as though this was the first time they'd spoken in months, though Brooke knew that not much time at all had passed since their last conversation. "Marcelo," she then said, offering Stephanie's un-New-Yorker fiance a hand. "How do you do? You do look...dashing."