Destruction

Finally gaining my bearings after having to shake away that memory, I looked at the worker, who to my surprise was still talking. I zoned in on what she was saying. Or atleast I tried. That memory was still haunting me. But I would be fine. "Okay so your father wants us to do your make up and hair."

She started grabbing me and taking me away to God knows where. To my dismay I followed. As she pulled me into a room, I came face to face with multiple Goddess's getting their hair and makeup done. It was beyond hectic in here. Workers were running around like their life depended on it. There was makeup everywhere and it was really hot in here. Probably from all the hair supplies.

What baffled me, was that everything was being done by hand. No magic was being used in this room besides making sure none of the heat hit any of the Goddesses. I mean we were Gods, so why did we always have to do such mundane things. I guess I could see the fun in it but when you were on a time crunch