clarisse la rue hated you from the moment you arrived at camp half-blood. with your doe eyes and your bright smiles and your princessy demeanor. so gods– was confused when her hatred for you, the new aphrodite camper slowly started to turn into affection. you were so sweet, from the way you talked to the way you dressed with pearls around your neck and ribbons in your hair, to the way you treated her, you were too sweet to hate.

you and clarisse were in the kitchen. clarisse was sitting on the counter, taking a break from her cleaning duty while you made the cookies for dessert. the room smells of warm vanilla and chocolate. she reached over and dipped her finger in the dough and brought it to her mouth, savoring the sweet taste. she smirks when she sees you watching.