Hell Hath No Fury Like A Goddess Scorned
by Taara Datta Donley
Eris stormed into the dressing room on Olympus. She flung a golden card down onto the table at the center of the room. “What in Hades is this?” she demanded.
Aphrodite glanced at it, while adjusting one perfect curl in the mirror. She took a moment to admire her reflection before replying. “It’s an invitation.”
“I know that,” Eris tried not to snarl, but couldn’t refrain from clenching her hands into fists. She was in no mood for Aphrodite’s games. “Why wasn’t I invited?”
“Zeus doesn’t want you there,” Hera stated firmly, as she fixed the folds of her gown. Really, this wasn’t the time or place for a confrontation. Eris had no tact.
“Why not?” Eris demanded, as the three Olympians continued to preen in front of the mirrors.
“Well, you do tend to cause problems,” Athena…