![]() ![]() “Love is love, after all, whether you’re Greek or Roman. In fact, I like to think I haven’t aged a bit!” Her fingers fluttered around her face appreciatively. Unlike many of my fellow Olympians, I changed hardly at all from one age to the other. “To answer your question, Annabeth, I am both Aphrodite and Venus. I could do a quick makeover for Annabeth and Hazel, perhaps silk ball gowns like mine-” “Just because you don’t appreciate my fashion tips, Piper, doesn’t mean the others won’t. “Well, I don’t see why,” the goddess said. “My clothes?” Hazel looked down at her rumpled denim, not self-consciously, but baffled, as if she couldn’t imagine what was wrong with them. You really should do something with your hair, though. “Annabeth Chase, you’ve grown into quite a beautiful young lady. ![]() Many of these mansions still have statues of me in their gardens, though they called me Venus.” And the elegant balls in the days of the Old South. “I do love Charleston! The weddings I’ve attended in this gazebo-they bring tears to my eyes. She poured tea and served cakes without getting a speck on her clothes, her posture always perfect, her smile dazzling.Īnnabeth hated her more and more the longer they sat. There were plates of scones, cookies, and muffins, fresh butter and jam-all of which, Annabeth figured, were incredibly fattening unless, of course, you were the immortal goddess of love.Īphrodite sat-or held court, rather-in a wicker peacock chair. She led them to the central pavilion in the gardens-a white-pillared gazebo, where a table was set with silverware, china cups, and of course a steaming pot of tea, the fragrance shifting as easily as Aphrodite’s appearance-sometimes cinnamon, or jasmine, or mint. ![]()
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