Erebos smiled as he looked around the room. Nyx had the best sense of style. It was so beautiful. So was she. She always took his breath away.
He had not been surprised when she had told him she had wanted to throw a party. She liked to have people around. She was such a social butterfly. It would be good for Harmonia, also. He knew she was thinking of the young goddess when she thought of the gathering.
Darkness had dressed in his best black suit and found a suitable mask. He would have been better off letting his wife pick the mask for him, but she had been busy with the decorations. Regardless, he thought he struck a dashing figure. And he was not the only one that thought so.
“I would love a dance,” he said, taking Nyx’s hand. “This might be the only chance I get tonight. I’m sure all the men and a few women will want to fill your dance card this evening.”