Holidays and revelations (open).
Kayla Luthor hated Christmas. She hated the music, the crowds, the decorations, everything. She even hated the television programming. The only thing she didn't hate was shopping, but that was mostly because she didn't particularly have a spending limit. She was, legally, a Luthor. Money wasn't ever really an object. She got what she wanted, whenever she wanted it, and and she didn't care who or what was in the way. Obstacles quickly got out of her way. The shopping at Christmas was just another opportunity to exert her power and control that way. It was, in a sense, what Luthor's did.
Except she didn't really feel like a Luthor. All the money and all the name-value didn't change the fact that she felt a little hollow, as though there was something more she was supposed to have. Her hatred of Christmas? Came from the idea that it was a family holiday and the Luthors certain weren't Hallmark or Kodak families. Her arms laden with bags and packages, she sat down at a cafe to people watch a little. Everyone seemed to have something that she didn't.
For once, instead of rage the poor little rich girl only felt...sad. Sad. That was a feeling she wasn't used to.
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