"Isn't it?" Excitement humming through her body, Triteia was more the Ocean family's little girl than the responsible, adult woman she was learning to be, trying to become, moulding herself into. It took her another couple of seconds to draw her gaze away from the painting and when she looked at the speaker, her smile was bright enough to illuminate the room even though she had no idea who this woman was, except that she had to be Greek. And she was very beautiful.
"Thank you for coming. I'm sorry but I don't think we've met?" The nymph extended her hand.