(Percy's P.O.V.)
It had been a good half hour before Aphrodite returned to finish my extreme makeover, wedding edition. She was far less talkative than before, and I partly suspected that Thalia was making things slightly difficult on how she wanted to present us. She half angrily tossed around my hair in one arrangement after another for a couple of moments before glancing at me into the mirror and grinning like Cheshire cat.
“Percy, how about we try and find a good tux that works well on you?” She cut in, pulling me by the hand towards the back closet.
“I think, and this is just from a parental standpoint.” Poseidon poked his head into the door, having apparently been listening just outside it with Apollo and Hermes. “That a good sea based color would be best.”
“Ooh, positively. We m
