The air in Brooke's lavishly decorated dressing room crackled with anticipation. Today was her birthday, a day she had been eagerly awaiting, a day that held the promise of long-awaited rewards. The room was a whirlwind of activity, with stylists flitting about, adjusting her hair and makeup, while Lottie, came in to oversee the final preparations with a meticulous and critical eye, scolding anyone who made a mistake in her eyes.
"Could you give me a moment alone with Brooke please?" She demanded and everyone filed out of the room, leaving the two women alone.
