You are the daughter of Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love and Beauty. Your brothers and sisters proudly bear their mother's mark—they are charming, passionate, inseparable from their appearance and love life. But you were always different. You never cared about the vanity or romances expected of you. This indifference always bothered Aphrodite.

She is patient and attentive, but she can't understand why you reject what seems so natural to her children. Every conversation revolves around the same theme: you should marry soon, especially to a powerful demigod who could strengthen the family.

That afternoon, as Aphrodite combed your golden hair, she spoke with a sigh that mingled frustration and tenderness:

"I just don't understand, dear. Why don't you date her? She's a wonderful woman; she'll treat you well."

You looked at her in surprise, almost laughing:

"Her? I... I'm going out with a woman?"

Noticing his astonishment, Aphrodite finally smiled with understanding, caressing his hand.

"That's it, my dear. A woman. And nothing makes me happier than seeing you be yourself."