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"Hello, dad!" I heard Percy shout into his FaceTime video with my father. Percy's annoying voice was approaching me so I could get in the video too.

"How's my Annabeth doing today?!" my dad said on the other line when he spotted me.

"Great," I answered. But my voice was anything but great. I was tired and worn out. I just woke and the weekend wasn't even close. It was Friday evening, but it felt it like it was going to be an extra long stretch.

Meanwhile, Percy was happy as ever. He's been feeling better thanks to how much I took care of him over the past week.

"Dears," my dad started. "Why don't you two come over to the Chase residence tonight? It's your special day?"

Percy furrowed his eyebrows. "It is?"

I was just as confused.

"Yeah! Don't you guys remember! It's the 8th of July today!" My dad got even more frustrated when we still didn't get the hint. "Percy, Annabeth, it's your one month wedding anniversary!"

"It is?" Percy repeated. "I-I mean, I was just testing you, Mr. Chase - I mean, Dad."

"How could you guys forget your own wedding anniversary?" Dad sounded pretty disappointed. Truth is, Percy and I really didn't care. Haha, I forget I'm married sometimes.

"Anyways," Dad continued, "Come over tonight, alright? I already got a chef to help us cook some delicious dinner! You guys will not want to miss out!" He sounded so excited. "I got so many nice surprises for you! A lot of people will be there! Your cousins, my colleagues, my old friends and classmates. Of course, your mom will be there too!"

A gloomy cloud descended on me. "I told you this so many times, Dad. She's my stepmother."

Dad shook a finger at me. "Don't talk to me like that, missy. I've discussed this with you! We are a family!" I knew it was kind of hard for Dad every time I mentioned that my real mother isn't by our sides, so I let it slip.

Percy cleared his throat to make it less awkward. "When should we go?"

"Arrive by eight, alright?"

"Alright."

...Several Hours Later...

"This or this?" Percy showed me two suits he had, asking me to pick one. Both were dark, had white stripes, and were the same length too. What was the difference?

"That one," I randomly blurted.

"Alright." He ran back into his room to put on the outfit. Look at that try-hard. Every time he presents himself in front of my father, Percy makes sure to dress up really nicely. But when he's at home. . .I glanced at the T-shirts and jeans lying in front of his room.

I walked over to my closet. Whatever. I picked up a hoodie and shorts and decided that as my outfit. Beautiful! I changed into them and admired how casual I looked in the mirror. I dabbed a bit of foundation and lipstick and POW! I look so friggin' amazing.

"Annabeth!" I heard Percy shout.

I opened the bathroom door and looked into my room. "What." Percy was walking around my room. Tch, can't that kid learn to knock for once?

He turned to face me. His jet black hair was neatly combed to the side, his tie laid nicely tied on his chest, and his green eyes. . .oh! his green eyes pierced into my soul. Anyone would say that he was one handsome, young man. It makes me glad I'm married to such a good looker. But his dark eyebrows soon knitted in disapproval.

"You can't wear that." he said.

"Wear what?" I pointed at my hoodie. "This?"

"Yeah. Go wear what girls wear. High heels and those dresses? Yeah, wear those."

I frowned. "Young man, I'm not trying to kill myself in the middle of a party. Those heels and those tight dresses are going to put me in the hospital by the end of the night." For all boys out there, you don't understand the pain of being a girl.

"Doesn't matter," Percy said. He pointed at his suit, fresh and crisp. "Handsome men," he said, obviously referring to himself, "only go to parties with beautiful girls. No one's going to know you're my wife if you're just wearing that." He made a face of disgust and headed to my closet. He picked out a short, open-back dress. He smirked, and I don't even want to know the perverted thoughts running in his mind right now.

"No way," I protested. Everyone's going to think I'm a slut.

I carefully watched Percy as he approached me in case he was going to pull one of his dirty tricks. A devious smile was plastered on his face. He leaned down and played with my blonde hair. "Wear it," he ordered loud and clear.

"Or else?"

"I'm going to tell Mr. Chase that you've been. . .you know, dating Luke."

I rolled my eyes. "You know that Luke and I are just friends. You can't frame me.'

"Yeah, but your dad doesn't know that. Guess who's going to be the bad girl then. Let's be honest for a moment, Annabeth. You might be Mr. Chase's daughter but who does Mr. Chase trust more, huh?"

I scowled. "F*ck you."

"Anytime, baby girl," he chuckled. He handed me the dress and left me to change.

By the time, I slipped on the dress, I knew I couldn't look at the mirror any longer. I looked like I was selling my whole body and the fact that my whole back was revealed troubled me so much. Not that I looked ugly in it.

But I had a horny husband.

When I opened the door, I saw Percy slowly lick his lips at me. Embarrassed, I took a shawl but of course, he stopped me. "Just leave yourself as is. No one will be able to take their eyes off of such a sexy lady like you."

My face flustered from the compliments. I didn't know if Percy was playing around or not, but it made my heart race to hear those words.

He didn't hold my hand or anything when we were heading to the Chase residence. In fact, much of our journey went on in silence. He held the door for me and helped me carry my purse, which is super gentlemanly of him.

Suddenly, a thought came across my head as I got off the car. "Is, um, Michelle coming?"

Percy smiled. "Yeah!"

"Didn't you and Michelle, uh, get in a fight last weekend?"

He was silent for a moment. "Oh that? That was nothing."

Weirdly, my heart sank a little. Just a little. I know it's mean of me, but I had hoped that Percy and Michelle were still mad at each over the fight. Instead, they made up really quickly, to my surprise and disappointment.

As we approached the large house, we could already hear the loud music booming from the inside. I opened the door and a receptionist came up to me. He was a bit taller than Percy and was extremely handsome. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and well-built, I would be lying if I said he wasn't attractive. He gave me a wink when he approached me and my stomach did a flip. I guess wearing this open-back dress isn't that bad after all.

Percy reached for my hand and I quickly gave him a What are you doing? look. But he just smiled in response.

The receptionist smiled brightly. Oh gosh, my heart. "Hello, miss. You're looking great for the party tonight."

"I'm her husband."

The receptionist and I turned to Percy with confused looks. But the receptionist ignored the random comment and continued. "May I know your affiliation with Mr. Frederick Chase? I need to check it off on the guest list."

I smiled. "I'm Annabeth Chase."

The receptionist looked shocked. "R-really? Oh! Miss Chase, sorry I didn't recognize you at first glance! W-wow, nice to meet you! I'm Jason Grace, pleasure to meet you." He stuck out his hand.

Before I took it, Percy's hand grabbed it and shook it for me. "I'm her husband," he repeated, louder this time.

"Sorry, Jason," I awkwardly said as I dragged Percy's hand away from the receptionist.

"Don't worry about it, Miss Chase," he said. He pointed at the end of the hall. "That way to the party room."

As I walked off with Percy, I lightly punched his arm. "Hey, Peter Johnson, what what that for?" I was obviously not pleased that Percy treated Jason so rudely.

Percy scoffed. "Don't you know, Annabeth? You don't know if that guy is going to take advantage of you or not. If I wasn't here, he probably would've led you into a sus room and bam! Geez, don't you know how to recognize those types of people when you see one?"

I frowned. "Hey, that guy is so nice! He knows that I'm Frederick Chase's daughter."

"Yeah, but," he glanced at my dress. "He said you look good tonight."

"What a whiny little jerk!" I complained. Like that, we bickered on our way to the party room.