"Miss Brooke, are you sure you're only having lunch? You've been staring at that mirror for an awfully long time." Hannah folded her arms, her eyes narrowed on Brooke, who sat by the dresser in her room.
Brooke paused, holding the hair brush to her hair, "I'm just making sure I look fine." She lied.
'I can't possibly tell Hannah me and Mr Grayson are going ring shopping today. She'd make too much of a big deal out of it.' Brooke thought, dropping the brush on the dresser.
Thane's proposal some days ago had come as a huge shock to her. She didn't think he was serious about getting married, and thought she could dodge the subject all together.
'Getting married again...' she rubbed her ringless finger. 'The thought scares me a bit...'
"Is that so?" Hannah was not convinced, but decided to let the issue go. She believed Brooke would tell her if she wanted to.
