Lana was getting ready for bed. Another lonely night with an empty space beside her she had grown used to. She doesn't expect much of anything these days out of her marriage. Despite the fact she'd accompanied...attention to much of anything. Her reflection in the mirror was one she studiously avoided, and she also avoided the chill inside her room as the window was left open. The cold was a good companion

Lana does as promised - there's little she puts stock in nowadays but her word is still her word. She texts Oliver to let him know she's waiting for him at one of the many penthouses in Metropolis. It's...jet fueled, waiting for her word. He did say creative, didn't he? Mrs. Luthor's had practice. After alerting her husband of her plans for the weekend, she pours herself a glass of wine as she waits