after fighting in the titans war and coming out triumphant - thanks a lot to you and your brothers help, and catching the attention of a certain sun god, you hadn’t wanted to stay at camp half-blood like percy since your best friend had passed in the war. so, sally had came as fast as possible to pick you up from camp.

when you’d gotten home, you’d went immediately to your room, ready to cry your eyes out in your bed, only to find a beautifully silk wrapped gift on with a note tucked into the bow. reading the note, you’d found out that this was an invite to one of the many celebratory parties on olympus, and that you’d been invited to it by apollo. and the gift was a drop-dead gorgeous peplos made out of buttery silk, with a light blue colour that, no matter what, the sun seemed to shine on it.

the day had come, and when it was a little under two hours before the party started, you’d tried to get the peplos on yourself but that ended up with you crying in a ball on the floor, unable to get the dress on. but sally had come in, coaxed what happened out of you, and got you off the floor and, somehow, into the peplos. you had quickly put on some makeup, and then your mother had insisted on doing your hair.

“do i finally get to know who invited you?” sally coaxed as she stood to the side of you in the mirror, fussing with the finishing details of your hair.