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Zoe leans against the doorway, a mischievous grin on her face. ❛ You could get mad at me for coming in without knocking OR we can go shopping with mom's credit card. ❜ And she holds up said credit card between two fingers. ❛ Your choice! ❜

( unprompted asks / always accepting !! )

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄́ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐙𝐎𝐄́ 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍. It was difficult knowing she had a half-sister that, for most of her life, had lived half a world away — physical evidence of what her mother's absence had culminated in. She was still contending with that truth even now, though she had been trying to be a little less hostile in recent days.

The moment Zoé bursts into her room, there's a smart quip on the tip of her tongue. She only just barely manages to hold back when the credit card is flashed in the space between them. A delicately arched brow rises incredulously. Call her crazy, but she hadn't exactly pegged her sister as someone willing to spend money on their mother's card without her knowledge. She seemed too... sweet for that. It's positively diabolical. Something Chloé would do, and had done on multiple occasions before, to pick her mood up when Audrey saw fit to ignore her — which was often.

She lets that bitter train of thougth percolate for a few seconds before rising from the end of her bed, already slipping on her flats and picking up her purse. Her parents want them to bond? Fine. But they'll do it on their own terms. Nothing a little retail therapy can't fix, and it's charged on one of Maman's cards? Well, maybe the woman should have thought about that before flitting off to who knows where for the weekend. The card is plucked expertly from her sister's fingers as she strides past, pleased with the turn of events. ❝ Maybe you aren't a complete bore, after all. Let's go. There's a cashmere sweater in the Marais district calling my name as we speak. ❞