#brooke--ford

[elizabeth--ford]

[ @brooke--ford ]

Liz rested her hands over her chest, fighting back the urge to cry hysterically. Her little girl... She had known for a very long time that Brooke wasn’t a little girl anymore, but there was something different about a wedding day. Her eyes traced over the woman who her daughter had become. She was a wonderful person with an absolutely beautiful soul. She wasn’t sure how after all the mistakes that had been made between them. How had she forgiven her? The honor of getting the opportunity to walk her down the aisle was nothing short of a miracle. A few years ago, she would have even expected a wedding invitation. She inhaled deeply, taking a step forward. She reached out to put her hand on Brooke’s lower back, leaning over to give her the gentlest of kisses to keep from messing up anything. “That’s my girl... and I love you so much...” 

[elizabeth--ford]

[ @brooke--ford​ ]

Certain days were better than others. Today was definitely one of the good days. She knew Brooke was alive and she was bound determined to make the most of it. She wondered sometimes if Brooke still resented her for all her motherly failures, but the best she could do is make up for it now. She was sitting at a table, waiting. She had gotten there early after having swung by a couple of stores and shopped. She took a sip of her mojito and looked up when she saw Brooke appear. “Hi, love...” 

[elizabeth--ford]

Liz: My beautiful daughter...

Liz: You are to meet me at Rivet's. 1 o'clock.

Liz: We are having lunch and then we are going shopping.

Liz: That was a little abrupt. Please...

[amanda--ford]

[ @brooke--ford​ ]

Honestly Amanda felt so terribly guilty. It was her bar. She had been spending a lot of time there and sending a lot of her staff home. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt. She hadn’t seen Brooke since she had been home, mostly because she had been working and she felt guilty. She reached up, knocking on the door before rocking a bit in her chair. When the door opened, she smiled softly. “Hey, beautiful...” 

[elizabeth--ford]

( @brooke--ford )

Things had been slipping Liz’s mind a lot more. She had found herself getting very easily confused. And even worse confusing people. She had determined that it had to simply be stress when Brooke was gone, but Brooke was back now. Things should have returned to normal, right? She hadn’t mentioned her concerns to Richard, but he probably would have noticed either way. 

So when Brooke had come over for lunch, Liz had turned to her. “Where in the world have you been?” She asked, being in the mindset that surely Brooke was sixteen. She had been out all night, but Liz had forced herself not to worry because it was such a bloody common thing anymore. 

[amanda--ford]

( @brooke--ford )

Amanda was sitting at a table before open, typing on her surface. She looked up when she heard the door and frowned when she saw it was Brooke. “Are you mad at me? I never in a million years though he would go after anyone else... I am so sorry... I never meant for Imogen to be in danger.” Logically, it wasn’t her fault but she still felt massively guilty. 

[elizabeth--ford]

( @brooke--ford​ )

Liz was a little disappointed in the fact that Brooke refused to move in. And she definitely blamed Richard for it. So, on a day that he wasn’t due to come home until late, she had decided that she would set up a lunch and invite Brooke over. She didn’t know how to fix any of the fighting or damage that had been done between her and Brooke, or Richard and Brooke. She could at least try though right? 

[amanda--ford]

( @brooke--ford )

It was ten minutes later and Amanda was knocking on the door. Two cups of coffee and a bag in hand. When the door opened, she smiled brightly. “Delivery! It’s totally not DiGiorno. So much better.”