The evening before a dance was always a big turmoil in the Aphrodite cabin. Everyone was talking excitedly, searching for mirrors, asking others to help them fix this or that, and the bathroom was crowded. In addition, a lot of people liked to come over and prepare with them which sometimes left a sour taste in Cleopatra's mouth. Everyone made fun about how the Aphrodite's were shallow and worthless but when it came to prepare for a dance where special boy/special girl would be at, everyone acted as if they were best pals. She either ignored the pleas or gave them a really stinky makeover, turning them into a ratchet with the Aphrodite cabin's special perma makeup that lasted a week. Aaaah, sweet vengeance. She hated the little harpy dungs who insisted the Aphrodite's were useless. Newsflash, Ares cabin, you don't only fight with weapons. Cleopatra's fights were much more subtle than a punch in the face.
She had come back specially from Barcelona for the dance, bringing with her an expensive Gatsby-like dress her father had picked out for her and given a few arrangements. (Her father's a fashion designer, he knows that kind of stuff.) He had adjusted the dress to her model figure, added sequins and cut it a bit shorter (above the knee) so that it didn't make her look old and in perfect honesty, it was drop-dead gorgeous.
It was a sheath dress in this peculiar vanilla-rosy color, cut a bit below mid-thigh and stitched with spirals and arabesques of glittering gold spangles, absolutely magnificent. Cleopatra carefully took it out of its bag and admired the garment. It glistened up in the lights of the Aphrodite cabin, twelve mirrors around her giving back reflections of it, behind all her siblings and friends who admired themselves or fixed their get-ups in front of their image.
She had come back specially from Barcelona for the dance, bringing with her an expensive Gatsby-like dress her father had picked out for her and given a few arrangements. (Her father's a fashion designer, he knows that kind of stuff.) He had adjusted the dress to her model figure, added sequins and cut it a bit shorter (above the knee) so that it didn't make her look old and in perfect honesty, it was drop-dead gorgeous.
It was a sheath dress in this peculiar vanilla-rosy color, cut a bit below mid-thigh and stitched with spirals and arabesques of glittering gold spangles, absolutely magnificent. Cleopatra carefully took it out of its bag and admired the garment. It glistened up in the lights of the Aphrodite cabin, twelve mirrors around her giving back reflections of it, behind all her siblings and friends who admired themselves or fixed their get-ups in front of their image.