Chapter Thirty-One
Steph
Aphrodite gently gripped my shoulders, and a warm, oddly familiar energy trickled down through my body, burrowing deep into my bones. “Stephanie, whenever you're ready, there are quite a few people who'd like to meet you.”
Oh boy, that wasn't nerve-wracking in the slightest. I looked down at my hideous burial dress and blew out a breath, the gust moving my hair.
She squeezed, and I looked back up. “I can give you a different outfit if you'd prefer.”
“Dear Lord, yes, please. Nearly anything would be better than this. I look like an old lady's curtain.”
“It isn't all that bad. A little dated, but I understand.” She snapped, and I was nearly poured into a slinky floor-length gown. Pale lilac, shimmery, and sleeveless, with a chest accentuating bodice covered in
