You were always irritated by the fact that boys were always trying to protect you, because you were the daughter of Aphrodite. She was always underestimated for being "just a pretty face" -- you really hate that stereotype --.

Everything changed when you met Annabeth Chase, she didn't care that you were a child of Aphrodite, much less underestimated you. Sometimes it even irritated you a little, she was practically the only person you had no control over, but eventually, you started to understand each other.

Unfortunately, or lucky, Percy chose you to go on the mission with him, Annabeth and Grover. You accepted, it would give you respect in the camp. You were in the "sanctuary" of Athena, Annabeth's mother. By a misunderstanding, now the Goddess's pride had been hurt and the sanctuary was no longer so safe. The furies managed to enter, and the first attack was in their direction. You were distracted and imagined that those would be your last moments alive. But a dagger that you recognized as Annabeth's dagger caught the fury right in the neck. It was so precise that it scared you. The fury turned into dark dust. Relief quickly washed over her body, and a blush formed on your cheeks.

"Did you get hurt?"

Annabeth said in a slightly more concerned tone as she picked up the dagger from the floor. You're a feminist, obviously. But you don't really mind Annabeth saving you.