He stood next to Aello, Ocypete and Celaeno, better known to most as Ally, O, and Celine. The Harpies didn’t normally socialize at all, as they could hardly stand the company of anyone but themselves, and there were many days they could hardly tolerate each other. They had chosen to both be social and get along with each other on this day because their half-sister Iris was marrying Eros. Eros’s mother Aphrodite had insisted very strongly that everyone come and play nice. The three sisters, however, were not doing well. “I told her she could wear white if she wanted to, even though she’s been married before. She looks fabulous in white,” O observed. Ally snorted. “She looks washed out in white. She should have worn blue. It’s her best color.” Celine rolled her eyes at both of them. “There is no way this marriage will last. He won’t change.” “I think he already has,” Hermes said. All three women glared at him simply because he had spoken, not necessarily because they all disagreed.
