Anastasia
I couldn’t believe I had to go on another round of dates in the Golden Apple bar and pretend to be interested and open when I was feeling the exact opposite. This whole thing had quickly become something I had to suffer through and was making me loathe being the Aphrodite with every passing day.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
I paused in front of the bar, trying to gather the courage to go inside and put on a show. If the public ever discovered how much I hated all this, it would do the opposite to the ratings and I hated that part of me wanted it to punish the board for putting me through this.
Before I could step inside, someone touched my arm, drawing my gaze to a woman in a long blue dress. Surprise laced through me. “Helena?”
I’d deliberately avoided her aft
