<div style="font-family: times; font-size: 55px; color: #ffffff; text-align: center; position: relative; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'">Brooke Maevis </span></div><br/><div style="max-width: 600px; margin: auto; display: flex; flex-direction: row; justify-content: space-evenly;"><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 10px">"Can I come?" The words came from the upstairs loft where the child stood, peering down from over the railing. Brooke adjusted her earrings and looked in the mirror as she shook her head. "No, I don't think so. I think it's only adults there, anyways." She replied, leaning against the wall to look up at her. "Come down here though, Mom's coming to pick you up, soon." She shot her a smile, which the girl replied to with a dramatic sigh.<br/>
"Fine. But I better be allowed to come to the wedding!" She said, coming down the stairs as she tried to hide the smile that began to spread across her face. Brooke laughed. "Hmm.... Only if you're invited." She teased, picking her up from the last stair and carrying her into the living room. "Please don't run off again, I don't want to be late."<br/>
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She finished getting ready, adding just a touch of makeup to bring out her best features. She did a dramatic twirl in the mirror, shifting her gaze over to the laughing girl. "How do I look?" She asked her, figuring she'd say something ridiculous, like she always did. "Divine." She replied, making the "ok" sign with her fingers. Brooke shook her head. This one was a wild-card, and that was for sure.<br/>
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Soon, her Mother came to take the girl to her house that she lived in half of the time. She came to Brooke's house whenever her step-father was home, as he wasn't a good influence on anybody. She didn't know why her Mother attracted such atrocious men, but at least she was finally divorced from her father. No child should have to grow up in a home that he also lived in.<br/>
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Finally, she got into her car, not an overly-expensive one as she only worked part-time and could hardly afford the house payments that her Mother helped her with. Turning the key in the ignition, she heard the half-rumble of the engine before it shut off. "Why?" Brooke groaned, waiting a few minutes before trying it again. Success. It sucked that she had to go alone, although she had nobody that she really wanted to bring. At least she knew a handful of people who were supposed to be at the party.<br/>
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She checked her light makeup in the mirror one last time before taking a deep breath, putting on a smile and exiting the car. She saw that there was a young boy waiting to take her keys, but she somehow managed to avoid him and found a spot to park, watching him tend to someone else. She was going to keep her keys. She locked it behind her, immediately evaluating the house and it's company. It seemed like it was the opposite of low-key, but that's what she was sort of expecting since the invite list was so exclusive. Apparently not. Everything was fancy and pristine, down to the little bottles of champagne being offered around by people in fancy suits. She smiled.<br/>
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The house was just as brilliant as the outside, if not more. She could hear the band playing outdoors, so naturally she migrated outside with everyone else. Very fancy backyard.<br/>
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Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, at least, so it couldn't have been as bad as her anxiety made it seem. She grabbed one of the champagne glasses and took a deep breath, scanning the surroundings for any familiar faces. <br/>
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She walked towards a more quiet area that wasn't as cluttered with chattering individuals<br/>
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Taking a little sip from the expensive champagne, she sighed. Turning to head back inside, she suddenly bumped into someone.<br/>
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"I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, a bit of the liquid splashing out of the glass and onto his suit. </span></div></div></div>