open to Arachne, Echo, Pan if he wants to jump in
If asked, Diana had no real or decent reason for being here. Sure, maybe part of her was genuinely curious about the nymph and wouldn't mind having her as a friend again, but that was largely drowned out by the sadistic desire to see just how much Echo had let herself go. Stretch marks, cellulite, tacky maternity clothes, drinking coffee or eating fish- any reason to pass casual judgment would make the goddess happy.
Paparazzi showed up at the house an hour late, dressed in obnoxiously high fashion and obviously hung-over. There were few occasions that would prompt her to go out of her way, and this didn't rank high enough for her to change her Saturday night partying in the slightest. She dropped her gift off with a disdainful flick and looked around the room, tightening her grip on Arachne's arm.