Prologue

Paris was almost the worst decision of her life. Thank the gods for her mothers and her training or Andréa would have walked away from her duty. Miranda was to be watched closely by The Nation because she was a threat. Miranda Priestly was one of the few fashion editors in the world who was not under the thumb of The Nation and though her designers were, the way their designs were displayed were not up to standards. Andréa was to watch the editor closely and to find ways to change the gross display of the female body and to bring Miranda to justice for her sisters. For her, running away during Fashion Week was not an option and yet she had almost done that exact thing.

"Mom, I cannot do this. She said she saw a lot of herself in me and that could never be true. I cannot work for her any more send someone else in please" Andréa was on her knees in front of her mothers, begging to be released from her duty.

"That is not an option young lady and if the elders hear that you have walked away from your charge you will have to suffer the consequences."

"Your mom is right. Andréa you didn't run away from Miranda because of what she said you ran away because she hurt you. You got a little of the frost that covers her ass when it comes to her magazine and now you have no idea what to do is that right?"

"Mama that is not what this is about," Andréa was cut off by an impish laugh and the smell of roses.

"Oh my little queen when will you ever learn not to give your heart away to the world?" A shower of pink hearts heralded the arrival of Aphrodite the goddess of Love. "How is my goddess daughter not looking at her heart in this matter hummm? Why is it that all the good warriors never look to me for answers when times get rough? Answer me that warrior babe! Hello sweet pea!"

"Dite now is not a good time we don't need you goofin' things up for us and Andréa is in serious trouble right now if she doesn't leave right this second and beg for forgiveness and suffer the consequences of her actions." Forest green eyes burned with anger at the goddess but one look at her wife calmed her down a tad.

"Unfortunately Gabrielle she is right in this matter, I believe. Andréa tell your mother what you have confided in me over the last couple of weeks." Ice blue eyes now bored into her daughter.

"Mama I can't please… I don't want to relive all the pain and emotion I have had to suffer…"

"Now!" the voice left no room for discussion.

"I think I may have fallen in love with her Mom, I don't want to have to face her again… I … I … I can't" brown eyes dipped at the last words.

"Fallen? Cutie pie you crashed ungracefully and burned to a crispy when you met that woman. The vibes made me blush and Cupie blamed it all on me but let me tell you I had nothing to do with it at all!" Aphrodite said with a huge smirk on her face.

Andréa and her mothers had the grace to blush at the goddess' words. "Thank you Auntie for pointing that out so blatantly" Andréa rolled her eyes which got her smacked in the arm. "I don't know how to describe what I feel when I am around her. Hades I don't know how to describe how I feel when I am not around her. It nearly killed me when I walked away today, and to not answer her call… I would rather be poisoned with that stuff you were Mom, than throw my phone away."

At that admission the little blonde caught her breath. She knew exactly what her daughter was going through the very thought of not begin near her wife nearly killed her. Love this strong was reserved for those who had found their soul mates, those who had found their other half. "Tell me when you noticed these feelings."

"When I first met her," Andréa smiled sheepishly. "We locked eyes and it was like all the air was gone from the room. Her fingers brushed mine when I handed her my papers and I felt a surge go through me like a vast amount of magik was released. She felt it too though she would never own up to it. Her eyebrows rose for a second and she blushed. I have never felt something so powerful. Any touch is electric and…"her voice trailed off as she got lost in her memories.

"You have to go back."

"Mother!"

"No you have to go back. You will die if you don't you need to go back and save yourself and her. You both will begin to die if you don't little by little until there is nothing left but the shell of yourselves. You're soul mates, and you belong together." The words whispered brought reality crashing back down on the blonde.