Most of the major fashion houses were pushing their summer collections now, and Amphitrite had been contracted to do a few shoots for some of them. It gave her something to do that wasn't sit around and fume, and truth be told, she'd been thinking about Poseidon less and less these days. Her work made her feel accomplished, and it helped her make friends in wider and more varied social circles.
So when she felt a somewhat familiar presence while she was getting her makeup touched up, it made her sit very still, all her senses on alert. But she relaxed fractionally, because it wasn't strong enough to be Poseidon. One of his children, then.
The makeup artist released her with a final press of powder, and Amphitrite stood, seeming to glide over the grassy hills, even in her four inch heels. She looked curiously for a glimpse of whoever might be nearby.