"Knock knock." Brooke appeared in the doorway of Peyton's dressing room.
Peyton turned around to see Brooke dressed in her wedding dress, complete with the veil. "God, Brooke, you look beautiful."
Brooke smiled, "Thanks. But there's something I wanted to talk to you about."
"What's up? You're not getting cold feet, are you?"
"No. But…I do have a present for you."
"Brooke, you're getting married, people are supposed to give you presents, not the other way around."
Brooke shrugged, "I know, but I thought that you would like this. I know it means a lot to you…so, I thought, what the hell?" She looked over her shoulder, "Ok, you can come in now."
Brooke watched Peyton's face go from confused to overjoyed as she Derek stepped into the room, decked out in his uniform.
Peyton gasped, and seemed at a loss for words, "Oh my God…"
"Is that all you can say?"
Derek walked over and they hugged. "How have you been?"
"Better, thanks to you." Peyton smiled at him. "Brooke, how can I ever thank you?"
"You don't have to. He's your brother, I think you should see him more than once a year."
"Well, thank you. And…thank you for including me in your wedding. I know I haven't made things exactly easy for you and Luke. But despite my hardest efforts, you two really do belong together."
