-Today will be. - Nastia whispered excitedly.
Today was a special day, his first bacchanalia. I had never attended one, but I had heard a lot about them. Dionisio's bacchanalia was legendary, according to the other muses, of course, they had not delved into details. No, what happens in the bacchanal, stays in the bacchanal.
Nastia sighed to herself.
Today, it would be a woman, not a muse, only, a woman. And Apollo ... Apollo, it would be just a man. So ... there was a chance, however small it was, that her feelings were reciprocated, even if it was just one night, just one time, just a memory.
Between hums, she continued fixing himself.
The huge mirror showed her brown hair, perfectly groomed for the occasion, her huge wine-red eyes, and her handsome youthful face with freckles scatte
