"I know you well enough to know that you're overstepping the place that society has set aside for you," Brooke replied. "Trying to worm your way into the Hellfire Club, dating a superhero-slash-actor, mingling with those who are far above you on a social scale if not a monetary one. I mean, the phrase nouveau riche doesn't even apply to you, and that social stratum is already ridiculously low."

She studied another handbag before continuing. "New eyes. New hair. New wardrobe. You're clearly trying to be someone or something that doesn't come naturally to you. See, here, me? I'm in my element. I'm exactly where I should be. Dating a god, shopping on Fifth Avenue, working my way up in the Hellfire Club, getting control over my powers. Whereas you? You're always trying to prove yourself, reinvent yourself, try to become something that you were obviously never meant to be." She smirked. "You may as well belong in a trailer park for all that you'll never belong here, Alisa."