Brooke might have openly gagged if it wouldn't have insulted her best friend. Marcelo was a good-looking man, sure, even if those dreads were in poor taste, but he wasn't from New York. He wasn't from society. Not as Brooke Aurelia Wyngarde saw it.

Still, Stephanie's question forced Brooke to shift her attention towards her friend. "What's going on?" she asked, lowering her voice a few octaves. "You don't...you seem conflicted."