The Olympian gods had been affected by a spell that makes their outward appearance reflect their personalities. Aphrodite woke up that morning and stretched before looking in her mirror and freezing. Aphrodite gasps, touching her cheek, seeing a more mature version of herself staring back. Her eyes held wisdom and experience, her curves more pronounced and regal. Her long, flowing blonde hair moves slightly in a invisible wind, wild and untamed but accenting her looks. Instead of the usual playfulness and coquetry in her gaze, there was a confidence and assertiveness that commanded attention. Gone was the girlish aura, replaced by a commanding presence that exuded both authority and charisma. She appears more radiant, exuding an air of confidence and charm. Zues suddenly calls a meeting for all the Olympian gods in the throne room and Aphrodite gets up and starts towards the meeting.