"Oh, Aoife! You poor thing!" She held Aoife close to her chest, running a hand over that bright hair. "How could this have happened? Was he-" She shook her head and kissed Aoife's hair. "No, no, I'm sure you've been through enough."
Aphrodite raised her eyes to the detective in her home - a flutter of lashes, a parting of lips, a tumbling of loose dark hair - and asked, "who could do such a thing?" Aphrodite's assets were all on display. Surely no one could suspect her of foul play?