The afterglow of the party still shimmered around Brooke, a warm, intoxicating haze of champagne and adulation. She twirled like a princess in her bedroom, the exquisite beading of her elaborate gown catching the soft light, her laughter echoing through the opulent space. The night had been a resounding success, a testament to her charm, her style, her undeniable star power.
"Oh, Lottie," she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement, "it was so perfect! Absolutely perfect! Everyone was there! Everyone will be talking about me for months! Did you see that it is in the top trends on social media?"
Lottie, her own face flushed with triumph, smiled warmly at her daughter. "You were magnificent, darling," she said, her voice laced with pride. "You shone brighter than any star, I am so proud of you."
"And to think that Lyse was there to experience my triumphant moment." Brooke said happily, her eyes glinting as she remembered.
