Chapter 50 Ghost From The Past

• Aphrodite's Point of View
• The café was warm, and so peaceful - one of the few spots I could compare it to as a place of peace. From outside, I must have seemed untouchable, like I was sandwiched in this chaos we left at the mansion. The aroma of fresh pastries hung in the air, with that soothing hush emanating softly through little conversations shared by these people surrounding us. For an instance, I find myself letting go of my stringent self, letting myself pretend that Zeus and I were just like any other ordinary couple enjoying some ordinary day out.
• But the illusion crumbled at the sound of his voice.