Charybdis had not wanted to go. She didn't want to dress up, until her 'handler' showed up at her doorstep with a gown of exquisite cut and filminess. It was violet and cut similar to her greek clothing she had worn in the movie, though made of far more modern fabrics. That had enticed her, along with her silvery sandals, she felt better about going than she might otherwise. She had arrived in the limo arranged by someone else. Her hair left loose, green eyes downcast. She skittered nervously any time any of the paparazzi approached her and shook her head whenever they asked her for a statement.
Some of their questions struck home far too harshly, the little sea monster wincing now and again as things were said about her being in a supporting role, or not really finding love in the movie, asked if her emotion in the movie had anything to do with her own love life. All sorts of prying questions she didn't want to answer.
Charybdis shook her head one last time and slipped inside. She was quiet through the movie. She looked, not like her, up there, and so small. She couldn't believe she was watching herself. At one point she had even tried to sneak out during the show but had been caught by her handler and put back in her seat helpfully.