Callie
The old-fashioned golden phone rang and I picked up, trapping the horn between my head and shoulder. “Dionysus, this is Callie.”
“Hi, it’s Anastasia,” a warm voice said through the speaker. “I need a favour.”
I chuckled and clicked my mouse to wake up my computer. “How much wine do you need?”
“Not much, just a bottle or two. I may or may not have accidentally told Helena’s mum that I could get my hands on it and I can’t disappoint.”
“I thought your future mother-in-law liked you? Doesn’t she watch your dating show every week?”
“Well, she likes me as Aphrodite but I don’t think she’s a fan of me as Anastasia. I’m sure you can relate.”
My mind flitted to Selena and how I kept my identity concealed. “I can. I’ll get a courier to send the bottles over. When do you need them?”
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