Brooke Rose

**Brooke Rose** is a possible match in Winked and the counterpart of Luisa Rosales.

## Profile

**Profile picture caption:**

Are you bad or good news? I'm up for both. 😉

**Profile bio:**

I'm a busy journalist who enjoys art, books and going to the gym. As well as some other forms of exercise. 😏 Recently, I've been investigating something really interesting...

## Appearance

Brooke has brown eyes, bob-like brown hair, and a tanned complexion.

## Biography

Brooke is an ambitious journalist trying to investigate secret art auctions where stolen art is being sold.

## Gallery

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## Voice Messages

**Brooke's confession:**

*Look... I know we started off on the wrong foot. And I know at first it seemed like all I wanted to do was use you. But... I’ve grown to like you. A lot.*

*Is it preposterous if I say I’d never let anything bad happen to you? Like, I know I can’t guarantee it. But what I can guarantee is that I’ll try. Honestly, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if something happened to you. I mean, I’d feel guilty, of course, I’m not a monster... but it’s more than that, you know? You’re my muse. You...*

*Oh, I sound a bit ridiculous, don’t I? I don’t even know why I’m sending you this message. Maybe you won’t even listen to it.*

*But the thing is, you know, out of all the women I could have matched with... I’m really happy it was you. I don’t think anyone else would have put up with all my idiosyncrasies. And I like all of yours – they’re adorable. YOU are adorable.*

*O-okay, I’d better go before I say something even more embarrassing...*

**Brooke's dream:**

*Okay, so we were on a beach, you see. You were sipping on a piña colada and wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and bright, red lipstick. I swear, you looked like a goddess. A hot, very attractive goddess. Your legs were impossibly long and toned, and your bathing suit looked like it was going to slip off any minute.*

*The only thing I could do at first is gape at you.*

*“Starstruck?” you asked me. Your voice was as seductive and rich as in real life, or maybe that’s how I always hear it.*

*I tried to respond to you, but nothing was coming out of my mouth. You offered me your piña colada and, blushing, I took a sip.*

*God... trust me when I say it was the second-best thing my lips have ever tasted.*

*Second best because, you know... everything fades in comparison to you.*

*Okay, I didn’t mean to tell you THAT, moving on... so, yeah, I was sipping on that awesome cocktail, the sun was shining, I could hear the waves crashing against the shore... and then your bathing suit DID start to slip off. I was mesmerized. I just kept looking at that tiny piece of fabric getting lower and lower and lower...*

*And then my damn alarm clock woke me up.*

**Brooke's priorities:**

*Okay, so listen to me, please, because I’m about to say something really, really cheesy. Like, we’re talking Gouda, we’re talking Cheddar, we’re talking Camembert...*

*I’m sidetracking again, aren’t I?*

*So, here’s the thing: you’ve become important to me. A lot. Like, I was walking the other day past this cute little chocolatier shop, and I noticed some white chocolate raspberry truffles, and my first thought wasn’t ‘wow, I’d love to try these’. No, my first thought was ‘I wonder if SHE would like these.’*

*So what I’m trying to say is I think I’m a goner, and it’s all your fault.*

*And you know, I’m not really a lovey-dovey person. Or at least I don’t think I am? You make me second-guess everything! But what I do know is that I’ve never been this crazy about anyone else. I think about you at the most random times. Very frequently. You’re my first and last thought of the day. It used to be all work, work, work, and now...*

*So please, tell me. Do you have the same problem?*

**Brooke's fantasies:**

*Okay, I’m on the deck now. It’s so peaceful here at night, isn’t it? I can’t hear anything else but the water splashing around the yacht.*

*And speaking of yachts, I’d love to have one. With you, of course. My friend is so lucky. Did you know there’s also staff here to take care of guests’ every whim and need? Imagine being that rich that you can just snap your fingers and have a glass of wine delivered.*

*I wouldn’t want that, though. I’d love a smaller yacht. It’d be just the two of us, still not knowing what to do with all that space. We could have leisure rooms and multiple bedrooms and even a... a library! We could even live on it and sail whenever and wherever we wanted to. Just imagine all the places we could go to.*

*And when we got home, we could throw fancy parties and flaunt our cocktail dresses and take our friends on short rides and speak with that ridiculous posh accent.*

*Sounds like a dream, doesn’t it?*

*But I only want to if you’re there, too.*

**Brooke's feelings:**

*Honestly, look... I’m angry and hurt you said that. You knew how much that project meant to me, and you wanted me to throw it all away for some... some butt-wipe who wouldn’t even have thought twice about saving me? And, I don’t know, I guess selfishness isn’t a good look on anyone. But I’ve worked so hard to get where I am, jumped through so many obstacles...*

*Is it wrong to want more out of life? To aim for better things? You know that my career is everything to me...*

*That’s a lie. It used to be, but then I met you, and... gosh, you drive me crazy, you know that? I had half a mind to actually go to the police and give up on everything I’ve been working for just because YOU wanted me to.*

*But I’m stubborn. And you’re stubborn. And I don’t know how we’re making it work.*

*But we are...*

*We totally are, aren’t we?*

*I... I love you. My muse.*

*There. Now you know.*

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## Trivia

* The name Brooke, means "Small Stream". It is of English origin.