The Aphrodite War

" I hesitantly slipped on the gown which Father had forced me to wear. It had rubies elegantly sprinkled along the sweetheart neckline, and also wrapped around the waistband. The rest was a practically glowing light shade of grey, or perhaps it was silver. I never could tell, as I hadn't been trained in the royal and snobby ways of everyone around me. The gown felt overly sophisticated for my taste, but I knew I could only have the best for today, for it was the beginning of the Aphrodite War. "