There's commotion all around her, but she couldn't escape from her own thoughts for a second. So she's sitting in the silence of her old bedroom. She supposes she should be making an effort to get ready so she goes and stands in front of the mirror.
She looks beautiful, she cant deny it- maybe it's the dress. A magnificent vision of glossy, champagne coloured silk. Her lustrous brown hair has been teased and hair sprayed into an expensive looking, salon created, super model worthy up-do. Her face is picture perfect- even more so then usual. She cant remember the last time she didn't wear make-up out of the house. She thinks it was probably when she was 12. What was she thinking? Get ready? There's nothing left to do. As usual everything has been done for her.
Brooke Davis has never been one for simplicity. Money is hers for the spending so why not be extravagant and glamorous? It's how she likes to see herself. The stunning reflection staring back at her brings a smile to her face. But only for a moment. It soon fades. She attempts another smile but it looks forced and kind of unattractive. She sinks down onto the bed in a midst of Vera Wang wedding gown.
"What are you doing Brooke Davis?" she questions her reflection.
This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
She had always imagined herself getting married to a handsome young billionaire who was just crazy about her and would treat her like a princess forever. And who wouldn't care if she had a hot affair with a toy boy once a year- he would love her regardless. And they would have 2 kids called James (after James Dean) and Grace (after Grace Kelly) who would grow up and be incredibly smart and popular and loving towards their mother.
She hadn't counted on falling in love. Because she was in love with Lucas.
He wasn't a billionaire and he most certainly would have a problem with his wife taking up a toy boy each year. But she was senselessly in love with him. Crazy about him in fact. Head over heels and all that. So much so that she was the one who'd proposed- that certainly hadn't been part of her plan. And the hesitation in Lucas's eyes before he accepted hadn't been part of her plan either. But she could live without a grand proposal and instant acceptance. She could live without the money and the hot annual affair . She wouldn't even mind if they never had any kids.
It would be a big step down.
See, Brooke Davis has never been one for simplicity.
She is used to being waited on hand and foot by everyone. She leaves the simple life up to other people….people like Haley. She fingers the champagne silk of her dress. She decided it would be hypocritical to get married in white. Haley would probably get married in white and have no qualms about it she thought bitterly.
"Is that why he loves her?" she whispered to herself.
Did Lucas love Haley because she was independent and strong? Because she was so innocent and pure?
Because he does love her. And Brooke knows it. That's the only thing she doesn't know that she could handle. She has seen plenty of loveless marriages in her short life of 22 years. She knows that people live like that. In cold and lonely relationships. And she promised herself that it wouldn't be her. But look what chaos love can cause. She knows the only reason today is the wedding day of Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott is that he is now resigned to the fact that he cant have Haley.
But she's holding onto a hope. The hope that maybe he'll get over Haley. That maybe there will come a time when she is no longer the "woman in his life." Brooke isn't used to being second best. She doesn't know if she'll ever be ok with it.
She looks out of her bedroom window and sees Lucas on the front lawn. He's talking to Haley. Of course he is- she thinks resentfully- is there ever a time when he's not?
Her heart aches and her stomach feels horribly empty. She watches them. Haley is sat on the tyre swing and he is stood over her. So tall and handsome. His lean, muscular frame enhanced by the Armani suit that Haley helped him pick out.
Suddenly she feels like crying. She remembers the day perfectly. Lucas, Haley, Jake and herself had gone shopping to find Lucas his suit. She had picked out the most perfect Versace tux, with a gorgeous black shirt and a sexy purple tie and she thought it was spectacular.
"Really Brooke? I'll look like a gay funeral director."
Brooke almost laughed at the pained look on his face until Haley trotted along with the smart and simple Armani suit, crisp white shirt and elegant red silk tie.
"Now this I like," he said admiring himself in the mirror. She had to admit- it did look lovely on him, "You know me too well hales,"- ohhh-now that hurt, "you don't mind do you Brooke? But I do like this one better."
She shook her head and plastered on that forced and kinda weird looking smile and the suit was purchased. She supposed she should've known better. Glam and glitzy was her way of doing everything. Haley and Lucas both preferred classy and elegant .
Maybe they were meant to be together. They definitely looked right. He in his classy suit and Haley looking as effortlessly beautiful as ever.
Brooke watches her in interest. All of a sudden seeing why Lucas is so in love with her. She's wearing a dusky pink dress. Its not too short and not too long and looks perfect for a summer wedding. Brooke finds herself wishing she was wearing that dress, cos it Lucas certainly seems to like it. Glossy auburn hair tumbles over narrow shoulders and her pretty face (almost free of make up) smiles up at him. Her brown eyes laughing at a joke that seems to separate them from the rest of the world.
He's so eager to please her.
Brooke is sure he never looks at her that way.
She swears she's never seen that smile he's wearing right now. He suddenly jolts the swing and Haley almost falls off. She gives him a mock frown and punches him playfully. He laughs out loud and wraps a protective arm around her pulling her close to him.
Brooke is confused. She knows what she wants. But for once, it isn't hers for the taking. She knows that Lucas likes her a lot….cares about her even. But love? No. She isn't too sure if her desire to be the one and only in someones life is greater than what she feels for Lucas.
Haley's expression suddenly turns serious and she slips a small delicate hand into Lucas's. Brooke watches his face light up like a Christmas tree. Its almost cute. How can Haley be so oblivious to his feelings? Is everybody completely blind when it comes to Luke and Hales?
Brooke can feel her heart in her throat. Why is it that when he looks at her it's like he's scared to blink in case he misses one microsecond of her beauty?
Haley says something to him and both of their eyes fill with tears. He hugs her. No…he holds her. Tight and for a long time. It's like he never wants to let go. She watches his face fill with pain as she pulls away. That was his last chance to tell her. The moments gone.
Feeling a strange sense of relief wash over her, Brooke sinks back to her bed. Maybe she can make herself believe that he loves her in the same way he loves Haley. Maybe she can keep pretending.
Play "make-believe a fairytale" with her life.
She looks beautiful, she cant deny it- maybe it's the dress. A magnificent vision of glossy, champagne coloured silk. Her lustrous brown hair has been teased and hair sprayed into an expensive looking, salon created, super model worthy up-do. Her face is picture perfect- even more so then usual. She cant remember the last time she didn't wear make-up out of the house. She thinks it was probably when she was 12. What was she thinking? Get ready? There's nothing left to do. As usual everything has been done for her.
Brooke Davis has never been one for simplicity. Money is hers for the spending so why not be extravagant and glamorous? It's how she likes to see herself. The stunning reflection staring back at her brings a smile to her face. But only for a moment. It soon fades. She attempts another smile but it looks forced and kind of unattractive. She sinks down onto the bed in a midst of Vera Wang wedding gown.
"What are you doing Brooke Davis?" she questions her reflection.
This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
She had always imagined herself getting married to a handsome young billionaire who was just crazy about her and would treat her like a princess forever. And who wouldn't care if she had a hot affair with a toy boy once a year- he would love her regardless. And they would have 2 kids called James (after James Dean) and Grace (after Grace Kelly) who would grow up and be incredibly smart and popular and loving towards their mother.
She hadn't counted on falling in love. Because she was in love with Lucas.
He wasn't a billionaire and he most certainly would have a problem with his wife taking up a toy boy each year. But she was senselessly in love with him. Crazy about him in fact. Head over heels and all that. So much so that she was the one who'd proposed- that certainly hadn't been part of her plan. And the hesitation in Lucas's eyes before he accepted hadn't been part of her plan either. But she could live without a grand proposal and instant acceptance. She could live without the money and the hot annual affair . She wouldn't even mind if they never had any kids.
It would be a big step down.
See, Brooke Davis has never been one for simplicity.
She is used to being waited on hand and foot by everyone. She leaves the simple life up to other people….people like Haley. She fingers the champagne silk of her dress. She decided it would be hypocritical to get married in white. Haley would probably get married in white and have no qualms about it she thought bitterly.
"Is that why he loves her?" she whispered to herself.
Did Lucas love Haley because she was independent and strong? Because she was so innocent and pure?
Because he does love her. And Brooke knows it. That's the only thing she doesn't know that she could handle. She has seen plenty of loveless marriages in her short life of 22 years. She knows that people live like that. In cold and lonely relationships. And she promised herself that it wouldn't be her. But look what chaos love can cause. She knows the only reason today is the wedding day of Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott is that he is now resigned to the fact that he cant have Haley.
But she's holding onto a hope. The hope that maybe he'll get over Haley. That maybe there will come a time when she is no longer the "woman in his life." Brooke isn't used to being second best. She doesn't know if she'll ever be ok with it.
She looks out of her bedroom window and sees Lucas on the front lawn. He's talking to Haley. Of course he is- she thinks resentfully- is there ever a time when he's not?
Her heart aches and her stomach feels horribly empty. She watches them. Haley is sat on the tyre swing and he is stood over her. So tall and handsome. His lean, muscular frame enhanced by the Armani suit that Haley helped him pick out.
Suddenly she feels like crying. She remembers the day perfectly. Lucas, Haley, Jake and herself had gone shopping to find Lucas his suit. She had picked out the most perfect Versace tux, with a gorgeous black shirt and a sexy purple tie and she thought it was spectacular.
"Really Brooke? I'll look like a gay funeral director."
Brooke almost laughed at the pained look on his face until Haley trotted along with the smart and simple Armani suit, crisp white shirt and elegant red silk tie.
"Now this I like," he said admiring himself in the mirror. She had to admit- it did look lovely on him, "You know me too well hales,"- ohhh-now that hurt, "you don't mind do you Brooke? But I do like this one better."
She shook her head and plastered on that forced and kinda weird looking smile and the suit was purchased. She supposed she should've known better. Glam and glitzy was her way of doing everything. Haley and Lucas both preferred classy and elegant .
Maybe they were meant to be together. They definitely looked right. He in his classy suit and Haley looking as effortlessly beautiful as ever.
Brooke watches her in interest. All of a sudden seeing why Lucas is so in love with her. She's wearing a dusky pink dress. Its not too short and not too long and looks perfect for a summer wedding. Brooke finds herself wishing she was wearing that dress, cos it Lucas certainly seems to like it. Glossy auburn hair tumbles over narrow shoulders and her pretty face (almost free of make up) smiles up at him. Her brown eyes laughing at a joke that seems to separate them from the rest of the world.
He's so eager to please her.
Brooke is sure he never looks at her that way.
She swears she's never seen that smile he's wearing right now. He suddenly jolts the swing and Haley almost falls off. She gives him a mock frown and punches him playfully. He laughs out loud and wraps a protective arm around her pulling her close to him.
Brooke is confused. She knows what she wants. But for once, it isn't hers for the taking. She knows that Lucas likes her a lot….cares about her even. But love? No. She isn't too sure if her desire to be the one and only in someones life is greater than what she feels for Lucas.
Haley's expression suddenly turns serious and she slips a small delicate hand into Lucas's. Brooke watches his face light up like a Christmas tree. Its almost cute. How can Haley be so oblivious to his feelings? Is everybody completely blind when it comes to Luke and Hales?
Brooke can feel her heart in her throat. Why is it that when he looks at her it's like he's scared to blink in case he misses one microsecond of her beauty?
Haley says something to him and both of their eyes fill with tears. He hugs her. No…he holds her. Tight and for a long time. It's like he never wants to let go. She watches his face fill with pain as she pulls away. That was his last chance to tell her. The moments gone.
Feeling a strange sense of relief wash over her, Brooke sinks back to her bed. Maybe she can make herself believe that he loves her in the same way he loves Haley. Maybe she can keep pretending.
Play "make-believe a fairytale" with her life.