Well, Brooke had gone on to rule Woodbridge-Robillard with a jewel-encrusted iron fist, so clearly, her mother's token had brought her some measure of luck.

"Don't mention it," Brooke smiled. Sentimentality wasn't something that Brooke was generally prone to. To be honest, Stephanie Shaw was the only person who'd ever been able to bring that particular emotion out in the empath.

As well as this particular feeling of happiness. It was novel, but Brooke was happy for Stephanie. She deserved every ounce of happiness she could get, and if it was Marcelo to provide it...well.

So be it.

Brooke could get behind that. She'd force herself to. Because that's kind of what love was about. Supporting the ones you care for, despite what your personal feelings may sometimes have been.

"Believe me, I think this is the one day that you're allowed to be incredibly emotional and no one will judge you for it," she then added. "It's a fairy tale day. Throw logic to the wind and just revel in your love and happiness," she added. "You don't get married every day, after all."

Granted, some socialites she knew did, but Brooke had a feeling that Stephanie's story wasn't going to go quite that route.