The past few weeks have been surprisingly busy for Helen. Ever since her shoot with Achilles, the rumor mill has been buzzing with gossip. They were old friends, so they did indeed spend time outside of work purposes and that undoubtedly only fed the frenzy. Come to think of it now, the fact that she agreed to go shopping with his mother on Friday probably wasn't helping matters either. She wasn't sure if the general mortal public had any idea about Theresa Leventis' relation to the famous director/producer/writer, but the surname sure was a tip-off.
Her main concern, however, was how people who actually knew her and her secret would respond. Primarily Patroclus. He already had enough self-esteem issues, in Helen's opinion, in regards to standing in Achilles' shadow his entire life. She didn't want this to be one more thing for him to worry about. In the fading light, Helen strolled around the park with her thumbs tucked into the edge of her pockets. What would be the best way to approach this, she wondered.