Guided personally by Lady Hera and Lady Aphrodite from the Greek Pantheon, Marinette learns of her mother's true status in China and her father's connections to the Queen of England. Follow along as Marinette struggles to come to terms with her own...
As the centuries passed by, the Gods and Goddess of Greece found themselves with more free time as they set up schedules with the deities of other pantheons. As it was, Aphrodite and Hera - getting along fabulously despite the many myths telling otherwise, were hanging out in Paris. They had been asked by those in the Chinese Pantheon to check up on and assist the Miraculous holders there.
Hera agreed, her and the Jade Empress being close friends, and Aphrodite would never pass up a chance to go to the City of Love in France. So as it was, they took on their mortal forms and slid into their roles they took up in the human realm.
Hera was Arch-Duchess in the England/France area, while Aphrodite was the highest class of model found in the world. She also worked as a fashion designer for her own brand which outclassed Chloe's mothers by leaps and bounds. Hera's position as Arch-Duchess held power 'only second to that of the royal family and the world's leaders as a whole', so she was a very respected person who often advised the rulers or leaders who sought her council.
The two talked comfortably as their limo rolled to a stop in front of the Grand Paris Hotel, a joint mansion being spruced up for the two by their mortal maids and ready to be moved into within the week. Inside, the Mayor and his daughter greeted them with the utmost excitement. Hera mentally scoffed, able to sense their barely hidden greed and less than honorable agendas.
"The trip here was so exhausting. You have our rooms ready, right?"
Aphrodite yawned delicately, her platinum honey pink curls bouncing around her as she shook her head lightly. Her deep emerald eyes with flecks of gold looking down on the two, as if they were ants.
Mayor Bourgeois adjusted his collar with anxiety, these were the two highest celebrities they have ever housed in the hotel and they could literally make or break him. Chloe on the other hand had such dreams of grandeur that she thought she was on the same level of beauty as the two literal goddesses before her.
Aphrodite didn't like that.
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(Above is Aphrodite's Hair, reaching just past her hips)
Hera, with her long straight black hair swept up over one shoulder, gazed down at them with a similar expression, trying hard not to sneer at the two. Immediately the Major personally escorted them to the elevator to the second highest floor - the first of course being his and his daughters rooms.
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