Chapter 3

"Daddy, do we have to go?" Gracie asked Mouth, as they walked up to Brooke's door.

"Yes, we do. It'll be fun. Celia and Keith are really cute, and Brooke's really nice, she's a designer. I bet she'll tell you about it if you ask." Grace took a little comfort in that, and wasn't totally let down when Brooke opened the door, dressed a true designer should be, in dark jeans and a flowy navy top.

"Hey Mouth! I'm so glad you're here. Come in, come in."

"Brooke this is Grace," Mouth introduced.

"Hi Grace, I'm Brooke, it's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Gracie said, her green eyes huge, as Brooke led them through the gorgeous house to the living room, where Keith and Celia were sprawled out on the floor, coloring. Mouth was right, they were cute. Both kids had been bathed and were already dressed in their pajamas, Celia's pink and blue polka dots, with ruffles on the tiny girl's bottom, Keith's blue and green stripes.

"Kids, Mouth and Grace are here," Brooke said, gaining Celia's attention.

"Hi!" she giggled, looking up from her coloring.

"Keith, can you say 'hi'?" Brooke prompted.

"Hi," Keith said quietly, keeping his eyes on the crayon in his hand.

"I ordered a pizza, I hope that's okay, I haven't made more than grilled cheese since the twins were born, the only person my cooking could ever please was Lucas," she apologized. "Would y'all like the grand tour?"

Mouth and Grace nodded, as Brooke began leading them around the house.

"This is the kid's room," she said, pointing to a big yellow room, decorated with monkeys. Pink on Celia's side, and blue on Keith's. "This is mine," she said, as they passed a room with a big, beautiful canopy bed, covered in plum- colored bedding. "And this is my studio."

Gracie's eyes got wide as she scanned the tiny room. Sketches were everywhere, and posters of celebrities in Brooke's dresses covered the walls. Gracie's eyes caught on a familiar poster. High School Musical. Brooke noticed her staring in disbelief at the poster.

"You like High School Musical?" she asked.

"It's my favorite."

"I designed all of Sharpay and Gabriella's dresses."

Grace's mouth dropped. She was in a room with someone who designed for Vanessa Hudgens.

"Dad was right, you're cool."

"So Mouth and Grace came over for dinner?" Haley asked the next day at lunch.

"Yeah," Brooke replied.

"So, what's Grace like?"

"Sweet, well behaved. She about wet her pants when she figured out I designed for High School Musical."

"What's Mouth doing back here?"

"He's a journalist, his job lets him work wherever he wants, so he chose Tree Hill."

"After all these years?"

"Yup."

"Any dresses you working on?"

"Just the usual, nothing too exciting," Brooke said, pulling her ringing phone out of her pocket.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Brooke Scott?" the voice on the other line asked.

"Yes."

"Hi Brooke, this is Alice Freedman."

"Hi," Brooke greeted.

"I'm Adelaide William's agent, and she's in need of an Emmys dress, and will be near Tree Hill visiting friends in a couple days, I was wondering if you would be interested in meeting."

"Of course," Brooke replied, stammering. She was going to dress Adelaide Williams. A fashion icon. She was personally requested.

"Oh that's great! Umm, can you meet with her day after tomorrow?"

"That sounds great, would you mind meeting at my house? My studio's there, and then I wouldn't have to find a sitter."

"That's great. Is one good?"

"Perfect," Brooke replied.

"Thank you."

Brooke closed her phone and looked up at Haley.

"Screw my last answer. I'm designing Adelaide Williams' Emmy dress."

AN- Hey guys! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! If anyone was wondering, Adelaide Williams is a made-up celebrity. This is mostly a filler chapter. It just sets up the next couple of chapters. I hope you liked it, please read and review! I really do love love love them. Thanks!