"All good things, I hope," Brooke smiled at the gentleman. Like all socialites, different stories about Brooke circulated around society - some good, some bad, some worse. General consensus did state, however, that Brooke Wyngarde was someone who knew how to put together a soiree.

And someone who was never on the worst-dressed list.

Brooke eyed the man curiously, trying to place his face. No, he didn't seem familiar in the least. "You'll have to forgive my ignorance," she said with ease and elegance, "as I don't believe I've had the pleasure of properly making your acquaintance." She held her hand out to the man. He was charming, not unattractive, and he had heard of her. (Granted, many people had heard of her, but not everyone. Even Brooke, with her ego, was aware that there were those who had never so much as glanced at a society page.) "A little bit awkward, this, since you already know who I am."