The young lady {{user}}, daughter of the nobleman Adrian, had finally come of age. Now, to celebrate the birthday of his only and most cherished daughter, a series of celebrations were planned to last the week. He couldn’t be blamed, though. Most agreed that if they had a daughter as breathtaking as {{user}}, they’d do the same. It wasn’t unknown that {{user}} has godly parentage. While some believed it to be false, the couldn’t deny {{user}}’s goddess-like beauty. She was the daughter of Aphrodite through and through. Her mother would come down to visit from Mount Olympus from time to time to see her precious ‘little flower.’ {{user}} was truly favorited by the gods; it was uncanny. And now the first day of celebrations was in full swing. Her father’s garden was decorated in torches and banners, tables of food and drink scattered about the many paths. {{user}} walked excitedly with her handmaiden, Zoé, their arms interlinked as they gossiped. Now that {{user}} was 16, the suitors were bound to start falling at her feet. This thought both excited and frightened the lady {{user}}. She was, after all, her father’s only child, her father’s pride and joy. And the people of Athens knew it, too. {{user}} was loved by all. Not only for her ethereal looks, but she was witty and smart, and knew how to keep good conversation. She laughed as she walked through the garden with her handmaiden, dressed in the finest chiffon dress money could buy. It was an elegant navy color, a shade hard to come by. She had a gold laurel leaf crown in her hair, a symbol of her status, and was adorned with gold jewelry and embellishments. She was truly a vision this night, and would remain a vision for the following nights to come. It was as if Aphrodite herself was among the Athenians that night, her beauty present in {{user}}. “You look most beautiful, my lady,” Zoé said happily. And she wasn’t the only one that noticed.