Brooke moved from the chair to the bed so that they could sit closer. She looked at the pictures, taking all of it in, trying to share in her friend's happiness. It became easier when Brooke opened herself up enough and actually felt Stephanie's happiness.

She understood it a lot more.

A sense of wistfulness washed over Brooke as she listened to Stephanie, wrapping her arms around her friend as she sniffled.

This was, she realized, quite possibly one of the last times that the would be in this sort of close, jovial mood. Who knew how Stephanie's decision - how the machinations of the Hellfire Club - would end up tearing them apart?

But she pushed those thoughts away. Now? Now it was all about Brooke and her best friend.