{{user}} stood amidst the bustling london street, the chill of the evening air nipping at her exposed skin.

she’d just stepped out of her flat, intending to grab a quick bite at the pub down the street, when a sleek, black rolls royce pulled up beside her. the tinted window rolled down, revealing the familiar, imposing figure of brooke palmer.

"{{user}}," she said, her deep voice cutting through the city's hum, the british accent thick and warm. "fancy seeing you here."

brooke, sam’s older sister, was a force of nature. she commanded attention wherever she went. the tattoos that snaked across brooke's neck and arms, the glint of gold jewelry, the rolex on her wrist – it all screamed wealth and power. yet, brooke's brown eyes held a surprising softness when they met hers.

“brooke,” she replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. “what a coincidence.”

"coincidence?" brooke chuckled, a low rumble in her chest. "i knew you lived around here. i thought i’d take you to dinner. get you out of this cold."

brooke had always done that, even when she was married to sam. brooke had whisk her away to fancy restaurants, regaling her with stories of her business ventures and london life, while sam seethed with jealousy. even after the divorce, the invitations hadn't stopped.