The Blonde and the Bootlegger: A Percy Jackson story

Myrtle Grove Apartments

A/N bigshmiles
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Piper P.O.V
My sister Selina came to visit me this morning. We share the same mother but have two different fathers so we don't look alike. Her hair is darker and is curly, her skin is paler and has freckles, and her features are softer and more delicate. The trait we have in common is our eyes, which change color from blue to green to brown; our mother's eyes.
Our mother, Aphrodite Love, had Selina when she was sixteen by a man named Beauregard who owned a chocolatier shop. Having a kid was not in Aphrodite's plans: she wanted to be a famous actress, so she left Silena with her father and never looked back. Then she took up with a mechanic named Hephaestus Valdez, who was pretty much a meal ticket until she made her big break. When she got her first starring role as the title character in Salomé, she ditched Valdez and started an affair with Tristan McLean, the handsome leading man playing John the Baptist, which produced yours truly.
During her prime, she passed from wealthy lover to wealthy lover but when her looks began to fade, she settled down and married Ares La Rue, the war hero turned senator and never gave Selina and I another thought.
Oh well, we were better off without the bitch. 
Selina arrived around eleven o'clock. I had stayed up late the night before, so I just got out of bed and was groggy and hung-over. After throwing a kimono over my nightgown, I went to the door, prepared to get annoyed with her for disturbing me.

Selina had a huge smile on her face and looked radiant and beautiful, so I didn't have the heart to be mad at her. She wore a coral colored chiffon dress with a matching cloche hat, shoes, nail polish, and lipstick.