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Chloe was difficult to read at the best of times, even to a veteran journalist and talk show host such as herself.
Barefoot, but still dressed from their night out of tapas, cocktails too sweet it would make the tooth fairy weep, and dancing the night away, Cat leaned against the open doorframe to Chloe's bedroom. She watched as pillows and clothes were thrown on the floor in frustration, only to be picked up then carefully folded and placed in their proper spot, shoulders sagging as guilt visibly gnawed at features usually wrinkle-free.
"Carter asleep?" Chloe's voice came out a little gruff, her throat was dry from the alcohol and not speaking for the past two hours. Though more likely from trying not to cry.
Cat shook her head as she pushed her body off the door frame and walked further into the magazine spread worthy room. She should've known Chloe would know she was there. Not that she was hiding, but the girl had some sort of 6th sense sometimes.
"I barely got him to remove his shoes before he flaked out on the bed." Her comment was met with a lopsided grin. The strain to do even that small gesture was not lost on her.
‘Oh, it got bad pretty quick’, Cat thought, taking in a deep breath and holding it thinking of how to approach this before this walking personification of a rainbow was completely swallowed by the dark cloud of depression that always followed overhead ready to rain down. She knew the feeling, though hers was perhaps more of a concoction of melancholy, anxiety, and too much liquor. Nevertheless, she never wanted to see a repeat of 2009.
"I'd say he'll be hibernating most of tomorrow, so it might be nice to have a few quiet days for us all to recuperate." Cat stopped short of mentioning 'before we leave'.
It was met with Chloe's head bobbing in agreement as she took off her earrings.
Chloe Gardiner-Grant was an anomaly. A unicorn in many ways. Since meeting her, Cat had randomly considered how if she was one of her CatCo brands, she would borrow a page from the rather apt 'taste the rainbow' Skittles tagline. Chloe's tagline would be 'feel the rainbow'. This extraordinary woman was as colourful and talented as she was soft and non-intrusive. Since meeting her, what the then aspiring media princess had quickly learned, was that the rainbow, her rainbow, was always followed by a storm.
In a burst of her own pent-up emotions, she walked with purpose into her sisters' space and hugged her hard.
Starved as she was for physical affection, Cat wished she had found out about Chloe much sooner, as she had never been denied a hug. In fact, since their first real hug, her little sister would always nestle into it, crossing her arms around Cat's lower frame and hold on for dear life. It never failed to bring a warm feeling of acceptance for nothing more than just existing. It made Cat wish she was stronger to allow others past her heavily guarded heart.
"You were quiet tonight. I'm here. To talk, or cry, or cuddle."
"’m just tired". Chloe mumbled into her shoulder. Shrugging the line of questioning off made Cat squeeze just a little tighter before releasing the shorter girl from her embrace.
"Okay." She tried a different tact. "Mind if I sleep in your bed tonight?" she queried, effectively plonking herself on Chloe's bed. Chloe eyed her suspiciously, knowing exactly what she was trying to do, but something on her own face must’ve shown just how much Cat needed this herself.
20 minutes later, they were snuggled together with Maple-Syrup on Chloe’s bed, Cat in one of Chloe’s Peter Alexander pj sets with ridiculous print of cute dachshunds. Archie, happily sleeping on his guard duty closer to the bedroom door. She loved this more than she would ever admit, never having experienced your typical teen sleepovers, and having missed a large portion of Chloe’s childhood thanks to her mother's perfidiousness. She was surprised it was Chloe who broke the silence.
“ready for today?”
Cat got up leaning on her elbow, resting her head in hand. Was it already tomorrow? “I am. Are you?”. When Chloe was slow to answer, Cat started to worry she had forced this. “Say the word Clo, and we can stop”.
“No. I’m ready. I just wish change was easier. I don’t like not knowing what the future looks like.”
Cat placed her arm around her sister's torso. That answer, unsure and full of anxiety, reminded Cat of Kara. The reason she left, and the reason she was returning to National City. For someone who preached about diving, changing, she was a hypocrite – she had been afraid of the changing nature of her relationship with the infuriatingly amazing girl...woman. She corrected herself in her own mind.
“She seems worth it.” Chloe’s statement brought Cat back, but confused her as if she had been reading her thoughts.
“Who? Lucy? She is worth it.” She looked for Chloe’s features in the dark. Chloe gave her nothing, a Grant trait – blessing or curse – to mask their feelings.
“I mean Kara Danvers, Cat.” Chloe stated. Lifting her finger to the tip of Cat’s nose, like she was the older sister. Cat rolled onto her back facing the ceiling. This is not how this sleepover was meant to go. She was meant to be the older, wiser, comforting sister.
“I see the way you light up like a Christmas tree whenever you read her comments on Carter’s Insta and WhatsApp. I can only imagine how you must be when around her in person.”
“Maybe so...” no point in denying it since it was one of her regrets she plainly mentioned to Chloe on several occasions over her tenure as Press Secretary that she wished she could rectify; and this scheme they playfully plotted to fix her love-life and CatCo’s woes quickly turned into a full-blown proposition with a plan.
“but I can do the next part on my own, you don’t have to do this for me. I’m the one who is meant to look after you Clo. Kara is still a big maybe – she could’ve moved on for all I truly know. You. YOU are here though. You are mine Chloe, and I’m not letting anything come between us ever again. Not my mother, not my company, not my non-existent love life, not the distance. We can revisit opening an Australian headquarters and I can move here.”
“We’ve been over this Cat. Carter needs to finish school with friends, he needs his douche-bag father, he needs continuity – whether that be DC or NC. He needs you there.”
“What about what you need Clo? You were so willing to help Carter and I, I thought this is what you wanted, but maybe I wished it all up or pushed you to do it.”
“It’s not like that, Cat. I’m the one who came up with this bloody world domination scheme to begin with! I just. Hhmmmpppppfff.” Chloe blew the air out of her nose in frustration.
Cat sat up, cross-legged. She reached for Chloe’s wrists to drag her up.
“Please. Tell me what YOU need.” she squeezed the hands smaller, but stronger than her own.
“I don’t want to lose you. I don’t think I can stand being alone again” it came out in a whisper. Now Cat was really confused. Chloe was coming back to live closer to them. She had even offered for her to live with her and Carter, but Chloe had so far refused to accept.
“I don’t understand. Why would you lose me?” it dawned on her as she had just said those words. “Oh. I guess we are both quite good at being solitary.” the melancholy came out a little more sarcastic than intended.
“You make it sound like a choice” Chloe threw at her like she had just trivialised things, pulling her hands away. Cat refused to let go and held on tighter drawing attention back to her.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare push me away again.”
“Why not? You and I both know it will hurt less, than when the inevitable happens when you get back to NC.”
“Do you honestly think, what? That you’ll just cease to exist because I’ll have my company back, that me pursuing whatever this thing might be with Kara will come between us?” From the lack of eye contact, and trace of a tear sliding its way down her sisters' face, apparently, that is exactly what Chloe thought. That took Cat aback. Maple-Syrup was up now, worrying over Chloe sensing her distress.
“Listen to me. Look at me.” She waited for her sister to comply. “I love you Chloe Gardiner-Grant. From the moment I saw your tiny teen silhouette through that screen door, I knew I had been missing out on something special. There is an irreplaceable part of my heart that you alone possess.”
The answer she received was a tiny pinky finger being held up to her face.
“Pinky promise? Really Clo?”
“I thought it has been well established that I feel like an emotionally stunted 15-year-old stuck in a body that has barely survived every single one of my 34 years on this god-forsaken earth. Well, our old earth and this new one, so technically maybe I’ve lived double that.”
“Is that some sort of millennial definition for depression I don’t know about? Either way, I don’t think that is quite how the Crisis works.” Cat replies.
“Psychologically speaking though, I am right.”
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A groan still escaped Kara’s lips as she leant over to snooze her alarm; an extra hour of sleep wasn’t fixing her type of tired. She opened one eye, the bright bedroom waking her faster than she’d prefer, her mind immediately playing a re-cap of last night's events. It was nice to simply enjoy the company of her Clark and Lois with her earth family without threat of impending doom hanging over their heads. There were certainly some tense moments between Alex and Clark...to be expected.
The at times secretive vibe of Lois was unexpected. She hadn’t intended on listening to Lois’ private conversation with Lucy...but her damn hearing decided to do its own thing, leaving her more baffled than not. All she knew is that she couldn’t get Cat out of her thoughts – not that the woman of her unfettered affections was ever that far from it – but it was at the point of being distracting again. The new Instagram pictures greeting her weren’t helping.
The alarm sounded once more and Kara huffed out in frustration; only her stomach rumbling gave her enough willpower to move.
Coming out of the bathroom, Kara flicked the morning news to listen as she got ready to meet with Eliza, Lois, and Clark at the Pancake House for breakfast. Alex would join them by early afternoon for a family stroll at the pier. Opting to place her hair in a bun for the day, the elastic band broke from the force, her hands frozen in mid-air as a grainy video clip of Cat dancing with a woman played on loop. The caption of “Cat Grant spotted dancing in Sydney, Australia”. Zoned out to what was said, the segment was over before she knew it.
Ignoring the time, she sped to her laptop and located the video on TMZ. Watching the clip, over and over and over. She quickly concluded that it was Chloe, the build, the height accounting for the high heels both women wore, and the very brief sighting of what looked like Carter and Lucy watching in the background, based on the clothes she recognised from the selfie Lucy posted on Instagram before Kara went to bed.
That unpleasant emotion of jealousy erupted. It wasn’t the first time, that pang had struck whenever a suitor came to take Cat out from the office, or when it was her job to make reservations for Cat’s dates. Those trysts had never lasted though, so Kara had been able to contain herself – even convincing herself for a time that she was simply feeling protective over Cat. This video showed a clear difference to those suitors...Cat leaned in.
She cupped her mouth as the whimper escaped from deep within her tight chest. Had she truly lost her chance with Cat? If only she had been more confident, braver. If only she had realised the depth of her need for connection with the mercurial powerhouse sooner. Now she wouldn’t even be able to daydream about the what if, the could be, the if only. It all dissipated as she watched another wrap their arms around the one she could never get over. Chloe flawlessly lowering Cat, locking eyes then exiting the dip in one fluid motion.
Kara slapped shut her laptop with too much force, she heard the strained creak of the screen. At the same time, her cell rang startling her.
“Kara darling?” Eliza enquired.
“Ha?” Kara replied in a daze.
“Everything alright?” concern crept into her earth Mother’s voice.
“Umm, yeah.” Kara tried to focus. Glancing at the clock, she exclaimed “Oh shoot, I lost track of time, I’m so sorry, I’ll be there soon.”
“No rush!” Lois yelled.
“Would you like us to order for you?” Eliza asked.
“No. No I’ll only be a minute. See you soon!” Kara replied, and hung up. Ignoring the Instagram notifications that filled her screen, knowing she was not ready to confront those images again, Kara opted to use her super speed to get to The Pancake House.
“Morning!” Kara tried to put on her high spirits as she greeted the party of five. Clark and Lois’ sons, Jonathon and Jordan, had arrived earlier this morning by bus after spending a night at an old friend's house.
It was a pleasant enough breakfast, Clark in particular, trying hard to make amends for his past absences and hearing the boys sharing stories of their move to Smallville. They had already mentioned their intentions to visit more often, and decided to place dates down in a calendar. Their next get-together would be at Eliza’s on Independence Day, or around then if General Sam Lane decided to make it a big deal of it.
“I can’t tell you how nice it will be to have the house full of people again and to have it full with family will be perfect. You can always tell your father he is welcome to come too.” Eliza directed at Lois, much to Kara’s chagrin. It might be Earth Prime, but it was not an earth where Kara would want to be in the General’s presence unless out of necessity.
“Let’s see what we can work out first” Lois replied, drawing a louder than intended “phew” sound from Kara and an understanding smirk from Clark. Lois, distracted with yet another notification lighting up her cell, didn’t react.
Kara had a suspicion that she wasn’t the only one to have seen or heard of the video footage, there were three journalists sitting at this table – all with direct connections to one Cat Grant. Yet no one brought the topic up.
Finishing what remained of their milkshakes and pancake stacks, Lois’ phone vibrated loudly on the table, and picked it up immediately, almost like she was expecting it, mouthing a quick sorry to the group before answering “Hi Luce” and walking away.
“I thought Aunt Lucy was in Australia,” Jonathon asked of this dad.
“She is” Clark confirmed.
“well wouldn't it be like middle of the night there”
“Probably closer to like 2 or 3 am actually” Jordan provided.
Jonathon rolled his eyes at his brother before continuing “think she is okay?”
“I don’t know bud, I’m sure it's just sister stuff” Clark offered.
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***2:00 AM Sydney, Australia:
Misty eyes gave in to the inevitable. A single tear traced its way down a rounded cheek dropping onto the brightly lit screen of her cell. Squinting to read through the moisture pooling in her eyes obstructing her ability to find her sister’s contact details, Lucy fell back onto her pillow before it even had the chance to ring. Lois didn’t even have a chance to finish her greeting.
“I think I ruined everything.”
***EARLIER THAT NIGHT***
Lucy couldn’t remember a time she had felt so...whole. It had been a perfect day. It had begun with Chloe making her a cup of the Australian-style coffee that had forever ruined normal coffee. A self-proclaimed “coffee snob”, Chloe had made a point to take them all on a coffee culture trip from the day they had landed in Melbourne, a daily visit to a different café. Even the times Chloe seemed less than pleased with the coffee, to Lucy it still seemed a world away from the drip coffee she would pack away to survive her time in the DEO. That Lucy always found it endearing for Chloe to unknowing watch her intently every time she took her first sip was when she realised this crush was not going anywhere. She became addicted to the coquettish smile that would grace Chloe’s features in return to her hum of delicious approval, the ritual always followed by the mocha-blonde woman becoming self-conscious, re-focusing on her own cup, licking her bottom lip and finally taking her own first sip.
The afternoon talk she had with Lois sprouted a little stalk of possibility which she blamed for her rather physical reaction to seeing Chloe’s wardrobe choice for their evening out. They had arrived at a high-rise rooftop poolside restaurant and bar that came with all of the flavour, rhythm and colour Chloe had promised of the Cuban Nights theme. Walking past the free salsa dancing class to their cabana by the pool, Chloe introduced Lucy to the people closest to family other than Cat and a few friends, and ordered their first round of tapas and cocktails.
It was somewhere after the fourth round of fresh Bacardi cocktails; the live music and dancing beckoned them to join. The beat of the music pumped, and those to whom the music speaks can only hold in those movements until they demand to break free. Lucy and Chloe had reached that point; their simple club grooves, building into more intricate choreography, the Cuban percussion and rhythm building their exquisite movements into the realm of impressive, a small audience building around the small dance floor.
It was at the very first hint of the melodic baseline to Rihanna’s Te Amo, their movements became sensuously charged, and quickly escalated between herself and Chloe as their bodies drew them ever closer daring each other to bring out a new circular movement, dip, then body wave.
Te amo, te amo
She says to me, I hear the pain in her voice
Then we danced underneath the candelabra she takes the lead
Thats when I saw it in her eyes its over
Then she says te amo then she put her hand around me waist
She cries Te amo i told her im not gonna run away but let me go
My soul is crying, without asking why
I said te amo, wouldnt somebody tell me what she said
Don't it mean I love you
Think it means I love you
Don't it mean I love you
Lucy felt the warmth between them grow more powerful by the second. Her heartbeat steadily increased along with it. Chloe guided her across the dance floor, and she felt like she was floating, their eyes trained only on one another. Watching Chloe lick her lips, pushed Lucy with need to take the lead. As if she were in a dream; the seamless transition of control was granted. Nothing felt forced. she had never felt a sensation like this to such a depth.
Te amo, te amo, shes scared to breathe
I hold her hand, i got no choice uhh
Pull me out on the beach, danced in the water, i start to leave
Shes begging me and asking why it's over
Then she says te amo then she put her hand around me waist
She cries Te amo i told her im not gonna run away, but let me go
My soul is crying, without asking why
I said te amo, wouldn't somebody tell me what she said
Don't it mean I love you
At the apex of the repeat chorus, Lucy, gracefully bringing Chloe back up from dipping her
won’t somebody tell me what she say, don’t it mean I love you
the words whispered sprang out of her unbidden, “You’re so beautiful”.
The smaller woman laughed. Chloe’s eyes failed meet hers again, her shoulders tensed, yet the hand she held had loosened its grip. She might not have even registered what she had said, if it wasn’t for the subtle but tell-tale signs. She had overstepped what had become an increasingly grey boundary between them.
Think it means I love you
Don't it mean I love you
Listen, we can dance
But you gotta watch your hands
As the bridge of the song slowed their movements, Chloe politely asked,
“Mind if I grab Cat to dance?”
“Of course,” Lucy said, berating herself as she walked directly back to their party and stood next to Carter. The magic of the moment disappearing. The rush of compliments she was receiving from the party of people close by, lost on her. And just like that - spending the evening by the water soaking up all the vibrancy the place offered - she had gone from such a dizzying high to a feeling of nervous uncertainty.
She watched as her arms were replaced by Cat’s, once again Lucy couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the natural talent Chloe had of moving someone on the dancefloor. Chloe inducing Cat to raise her leg and arch backward, dropping her head slightly to the floor, similar to the more exaggerated dip she had just experienced followed by more side-to-side motion and hip movement. It was with a pang of jealousy as she tried to settle the thrumming of her heart. Not jealousy of Cat, just that it wasn’t her. The heat on the parts of her body that had been touched by the sweet, gorgeous woman etched into her mind yet receded in the face of the consequences.
Had Chloe misunderstood? Did she think she was joking? Had she come on too strong? Lucy was sure Chloe had felt their connection too. Maybe she was the one to misread the situation, maybe it was more one-sided than she thought.
It was the last song any of their party danced to. Chloe becoming more withdrawn as the night moved on. The conversation left to Cat to keep alive until it was reasonable for them to leave. The ride home, mostly silent.
“Thank you for another lovely evening, Chloe.” Lucy tested the waters. Chloe had clearly been startled by the question, as it took a moment or her to break out of her silence.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it” Chloe’s always friendly and polite demeanour back, along with the smile that would usually frame her face. Maybe things would be okay, yet the petite woman returned to staring out to space, the smile gone, like it took much energy to hold any longer. Lucy looked towards Cat who seemed to acknowledged the effort, her green eyes reflecting off city streetlights soft in understanding.
Arriving back at Chloe’s house just after midnight, Lucy noticed the petite host opted to manually open the door and shut of the alarm. Only coming back to life to greet her excited dogs and take them outside to relieve themselves.
“Night Lucy, Night Mom.” Carter lazily made his way up the stairs.
“Brush your teeth please sweetheart” his mother replied. She didn’t receive an answer.
“Goodnight Carter” Lucy spoke to his retreating form, only his legs now visible. Turning to Cat, “Goodnight, tomorrow is your big day” Lucy made to leave.
“It’s your big day too. You are as much part of this as Chloe and I”
“Thanks, Cat. I hope so” Lucy appreciated the acknowledgment.
“What do you mean you hope so?” Cat tsked at her.
“I just hope I didn’t make Chlo...” Lucy whispered, struggling to find the right word.
“Shh...” Cat replied, grabbing both her hands, “She is just going through a lot of change. Give her time.” Cat said with finality and turned to follow Carter to bed.
Lucy retreated to her room, sniffling as quiet as she could as her nose threatened to drip; a tell-tale sign that she could no longer keep her raw emotions in check. Closing her bedroom door behind her, she slid down to the floor as the tears joined. The depth of her emotions scaring her as she silently wept.
***Back to Present Conversation with Lois***
“Lucy, listen to me, it’s late and I think you really need to sleep. I’m sure the alcohol in your system isn’t helping you either” she was new to the big sister shtick, her baby sis never opting to talk to her - not that she had really let her sister know she would’ve been there for her. Even when she broke up with James, her longest relationship, Lois never heard about what had happened or how Lucy felt until they started to get closer.
“I’m not drunk, you don’t understand! She just shut down, became a shell. And it was because of me. I did that.”
“she isn’t as fragile as you think she is Luce. Chloe is just someone who needs to process things. You just told me yourself that Cat said the same thing. Besides, you didn’t do anything wrong. So, you called her beautiful in the middle of sexy dancing. Whoop di do. That’s barely an admission of undying love. You’re allowed to have feelings as well. On top of just being horny for the woman”
She heard her sister giggle at that. Feeling like she made a breakthrough, Lois continued. “Not that I blame you. Chloe has a similar allure to her like Cat, yet so different.” Lois’ mind wandered back to her and Cat’s reporting youth.
“I’m going to need those details one day” Lucy perked up.
“Not today missy. Now get some sleep, I’ll call you in a bit. I got to go, deal with another sad puppy.”
“What do you mean?” Lucy was intrigued.
“Oh you haven’t seen it? Cat and Chloe’s little dance has already made its way to TMZ and it's got a certain alien all forlorn.”
“Crap! I hope this doesn’t affect Cat’s plans” Lucy shot up from bed.
“Don’t worry about that. It’ll blow over, and I’ll keep an eye out on Kara. Just rest!”
It was over 20 minutes later when Lois made her way back over to their table. Twenty minutes of trying to console Lucy. They spent the next few hours around Griffith Park just being one of the normal families enjoying a day trip. The combination of architecture, trails, space and good weather was hard to beat; but her true happy moments were ones like this – the openness and just being out with her family. It seemed to keep Kara from her rising melancholy that wasn’t hidden as well as Lois suspected the alien thought.
Lois was presented with a hot coffee cup and gratefully took it into her hands. “Smallville, keep this up and I may need you to take time off more often.” She took a careful sip, only to quickly pull back when the heat was too much.
Kent laughed, warm and hearty and giving her a peck on the forehead. “You’re welcome.”
They both looked towards Kara. “She turned her cell off” Clark offered.
“No doubt to escape the torture of all the notifications she is getting – if the amount I am getting is anything to go by” Lois assumed checking her phone regularly and texting was enough of a reminder and unconsciously confirmed Kara’s fears.
“I don’t think I’ve seen love-sick quite like this, it almost makes me think...” Clark fizzled off, shaking his head.
“I know that look Kent. Makes you think what?” Lois prodded.
“El Mayarah,” he reverently said, turning to look at his cousin looking of into the distance, “they really are soulmates, stronger together.”
It was food for thought for Lois. Yes, she often came across as a serious journalist-first, but her tenacity had fun and at times even manipulative lilt. She had known Cat’s infatuation with her assistant had quickly turned into something much more serious – she didn’t need much contact with either of them to see that. Lois however, had always thought of Kara’s as being more in awe, a crush on a powerful woman. A female figure that could test and try Kara unlike family (herself included) could. It was well after Cat left for DC, closer to after her battle with Reign and Harun-El that she had started to see just how much the lack of Cat’s presence had an impact – or rather the lack of impact. Kara blossomed and grew, but since Crisis it was like Kara and Supergirl had stalled. This was indeed love – and both Kara and Cat deserved it so much. Nothing to trivialise there.
A few hours later, seeing Kara emerge slightly more red-eyed from the museum bathrooms, and Eliza giving her a reassuring hug, it was no longer fun or fair for her to leave Kara in this much distress. She knew it wasn’t Cat’s plan to ever make Kara see anything that would give her the wrong impression about Chloe. Deciding to do something about it, Lois resolved to casually bring it up at the first opportunity.
That opportunity presented itself at The Olive Garden.
“Is Aunt Lucy ok mom?” Jordan quietly asks.
“Jordan.” Clark warned. The side conversation almost could’ve been ignored by the group, until Jordan dug in.
“What? She’s been texting her non-stop all day.” Jordan felt Jon kick him under the table in warning. He didn’t care.
Lois took the opportunity to ally both her son’s and Kara’s worries. “She’ll be fine honey. Just trying to deal a few loose ends before Cat and her sister officially launch tomorrow.” she heard a fork drop to the table in a clang directing the attention of everyone.
Clark brow furrowed, trying to decipher if she knew what she was doing. Electing to ignore him.
“Sister!” Alex spat out, perhaps more loudly than she had intended.
Lois saw Eliza’s hand reach for Kara’s lap under the table. It seemed to give Kara the boost she needed.
“Wait, are you saying Chloe is Cat’s sister?” Kara asked incredulously.
“Did she ever say anything to you?” Alex directed at Kara. Kelly looking bewildered at the whole situation.
“No. Never. How did I not know?” Kara replied and Lois watched the girl's relief turn into a thousand questions.
Eliza sensing what Lois was trying to do, brought it back on track by getting to the heart of the question. “So, the woman that Cat was dancing with is her sister, Chloe, and they are starting a company together?”
“I’m assuming you are meaning the video clip leaked to MTV with Cat and Chloe dancing – then yes. Chloe is her sister. Though it’s really not my place to say anything else. It was actually Luce and Chloe dancing just moments before that video began.”
“Pay up dude. I told you Aunt Luce totally had a crush on that lady.” Jon motioned towards Jordan. His brother slapped his hand away.
“Boys!” Clark and Lois exclaimed simultaneously.
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Kara had tuned out...she was processing things at 1000 miles per hour. Suddenly seeing all of those pictures, reading all of those captions in a completely new light. It took all she could not to cry in pure relief right then and there in the restaurant.
