And Then a Butterfly Flapped Its Wings - Chapter Seven
And Then a Butterfly Flapped Its Wings
Chapter Seven
They were painting each other's nails.
Oliver had gone out for thirty minutes - tops - only to return and find Thea's room completely transformed/destroyed into a salon. He could see those foam toe divider thingys, cotton balls, Q-tips, and enough bottles of polish to rival a cosmetics counter. There was even a foot massaging soaking tub, too, and Oliver had no doubt that everything was brand new. Given their current lockdown status, that meant that his sister had sent a guard to buy out.... Well, he didn't really know where an heiress bought her beauty supplies (or any girl for that matter). What he did know was that he sincerely hoped Thea hadn't sent Digg on that 'mission,' because he'd never hear the end of it.
Oliver also had no doubt that he'd end up footing the bill for his sister's little shopping spree. It wasn't that Thea was irresponsible or that she was selfish and out of tune with the rest of the world; she just didn't understand the concept of money, of what was normal when it came to spending, of restraint. In fact, Oliver still struggled with those same principles himself. While he could blame their parents - and, sure, Robert and Moira Queen certainly played a role in their children's attitudes towards money, it was just their lifestyle, the way they were raised, what one expected from the idle rich. Plus, his sister always became even more extravagant when she was trying to do something nice for someone else.
FIND THE REST HERE.