You always heard stories about Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty — kind of like a dream figure who lived way up in the clouds, far from our world. But one warm, breezy evening, just as the sun was setting, everything changed.

Aphrodite spoke in a voice that felt like it was filled with love itself. “Mortal,” she said, her tone smooth and soothing, “what brings you to my garden tonight?”