The grand hall of Mount Olympus was bursting with laughter and conversation as Hephaestus, I, and Ivory made our entrance. Ivory's hand tightly gripped mine, her wide eyes taking in the extravagant decorations and the gods and goddesses in attendance. "I didn't know gods could be so...tacky," she whispered, causing me to chuckle.
We approached the head table, where Aphrodite, Momus, and Zeus were already seated. "Well, if it isn't the mismatched trio," Aphrodite sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.
But Ivory was unfazed. "I'm thankful I only have to see you once a year," she replied, her voice direct and unapologetic. Aphrodite's face turned red with anger, but Ivory didn't back down.
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