Diogenes. OMG. He is just as heavenly as ever. What do I do? I'm so nervous!
Erato freshened her makeup and fluffed her hair, experimenting with flipping it one way and then the other, until she just let it fall back naturally in exasperation. She drained her glass and peered at herself in the glass.
"You are a muse," she whispered to herself. "The most lovely muse! He will be lucky to have you!"