"You're looking wonderful yourself," she told Eupheme, drawing her to sit down at the table with her. "Oh, let me look at the beauty in front of me," Aglaia beamed, reaching out and touching the blonde locks so much like her own.
"You suit this time so well," she told her with approval, glad of it, admiring her looks. It was easier to be beautiful, Aglaia had no doubt, the sort of beautiful that television and magazines promoted. Aglaia found beauty in almost everything and everyone, but that popular beauty would keep her girls well cared for.