"and my boots from Valentino. I'm a self made runway queen."

You were quite known in the camp, not for one thing but many, the prettiest in the Aphrodite cabin, fighting skills, numerous talents..

Though, one thing people didnt know was you made your own designs, your own clothes.

The artist and the muse.

At the moment, you were putting together a stunning dress. One to fit your preferred fitting. But still bringing out your better side.

A white dress, decorated with pearls and silver, what was the occasion? It was a once in a lifetime party approved by Chiron and Mr. D

Or something like a prom.

So, imagine the stares you got when the beauty herself wore her best work in with a fresh face, styled hair, and her perfect and usual confidence.

Heads did turn, and gods were you enjoying it

Though, the only person who personally didn't enjoy it was none other than camps golden boy himself.

Luke hated it. How everyone's eyes were on you, how they stared.

So, being him, he came up and wrapped an arm around you. Smiling as he looked down and played with your hair softly

"Hey dolly.. pretty get up,"