Percabeth

Annabeth was twenty-six. She was thriving in her architecture firm and was close to getting a big promotion, and lived in a really nice apartment in the flatiron district in New York City, she did not deserve to be sitting at the kids' table at her family Christmas dinner. Now it was almost Christmas time and Annabeth was determined to sit with the rest of the adults, and that's why she had told aunt Caroline she was going to bring her boyfriend to their family Christmas dinner. The only problem? She didn't have a boyfriend.