The next couple hours was filled with preparation for the 'big' night, it whizzed by in a blur to Brooke's slow moving mind. Nothing felt right to her, like the haze in the morning sky, she would eventually burn away the unfamiliar thoughts. Her mom led her around shopping for a dress, it was white as though she was a princess. Next came the hair and make up appointments.

"We were lucky to get in to see Fredrick in such short notice, but of course he cancelled as soon as he heard the big news just so he could take my appointment." Mr. Paige smiled down at Brooke as though she had won some metal as they stepped into the salon.

"Celeste darling, how are you? And you must be Brooke, of course you are. I suppose you don't remember me now do you? Gosh we all missed you so much I'm so happy to see your back with those magnificent violet eyes and dark auburn hair. Now shall we get started dear?" He finally asked her.

Brooke nodded and he led her over to the stylist chair and took his time running a brush through her hair. Finally he chose to do a simple curled up do as her make up was done by another worker. At the end she was left looking even more beautiful than before.

"Aren't you a beautiful sight, thank you so much Frederick. Oh gosh it's already six thirty; we must hurry along, come now Brooke. Awe I love saying that again it sounds just so terrific." She sighed enjoying her daughters name on her lips.

Brooke nodded, feeling slightly overdone and followed her mother back out to the car. Once at home she was immediately sent to her room to change with the promise someone would be there to escort her back downstairs. Once there though she laid on her bed, careful not to mess up her hair and makeup. She missed the feel of having someone close to talk to like Piotr, sure there was Bradley but for some reason mom never left them alone together for too long. She thought it was really suspicious jumping back into this life of hers. She tried to shrug off the dark thoughts and got up to get dressed, it had already been half an hour since she had come back up into her room.

She put on the white dress that was bought for her; the bodice was strapless as the bottom puffed out. The top part of her back was visible and without her hair down to cover them her up risen wings showed, she looked at them in the mirror and watched as the colors flowed underneath them like water. She reached over her shoulder and rubbed her fingers over the one, it had bumps all over it as though they were really there and just hiding. By now it had taken an hour and Brooke was getting anxious to have this party over with so she could talk to Bradley again.

She left her room alone and slowly started down the hall, she tried to be quiet as she listened to see if anyone was on their way to some get her. She stopped by a door near the stairs, she heard voices inside and she was about to open the door as she heard Bradley raise his voice, curious she stood there listening.

"She deserves to know the truth Mother and you know it. She knew most of it before they took her and she needs to know all of it now!" She tried not to gasp at this, she knew they were talking about her.

"No Bradley, I just finally got my daughter back and I will not have her leave again so soon. Now we all have to stay calm, someone from there will be here in two days to finish. I just want to enjoy her company when I can, she'll be back after." Her mother shouted back.

"She's better than that and you know it, you call her your daughter and it disgusts me. Even if she was your real daughter you have no right to call her by such term, especially now!" Bradley replied his voice showing his anger.

The words being shouted were confusing to Brooke; she knew that if she wanted the whole story she would have to act normal. She took a deep breath and was about to knock during the silence but was surprised as Bradley pulled the door open on her. They both stared at each other startled before Brooke spoke.

"No one came to my room and I was wondering where everyone was, I hope I didn't disturb anything." She politely excused herself trying to hide her feelings.

"No, it's okay. What exactly did you hear though?" He asked curious, their mother stood back just listening in to what her daughter had heard.

"Nothing, was I supposed to hear something? I was just about to knock actually because I hear people downstairs." She shrugged hiding the truth as they were obviously doing to her.

"Well then I guess we best be going, come on you two. Wait Brooke what is that?" Her mother turned her around as though to steer her but stopped seeing the marks on her back.

"Their nothing, I don't know where they came from actually. Are we going?"

Mother nodded and led Brooke and Bradley down the stairs, both deep in their thoughts.