Aphrodite was sitting in her room she pulled out the small bag that she had taken with her almost everything she had thrown out save for one thing a dress a French dress. She slipped it on. This dress was very old from the 1800's to be exact she was told that if he really was the man he would recognize the dress. How it fit in the bag was that it was shrunk down to the size of a mere quarter and when it was pulled out it would expand to it's full size.

Moving to the sitting room outside of her room she sat on the small couch and waited for Alex to show up as she had asked him to meet her in her room as she had something to tell him. Sighing slightly she didn't know how he was going to that this news to learn that she had been keeping a secret from him one that would shake his core. Though now was what she thought was the best time to tell him. To tell him that she had came from the line of his French lover though of course he had never told her about his lover who he thought was dead she just knew.

The Dress:

Alex decided to visit Aphrodite. Since she summoned him. He shook his head and decided it would be a good idea to talk to her in a much nicer manner. Since of course the case was that he had been angry at how she didn't control her emotions. He made his way there, opening the doors and sitting beside her. That dress. His eyes glaring at her. Where exactly did she get that. He only remembered one person wearing it.His eyes narrowing as he wanted answers. Though she wound found it. If he did get these answers he would not be happy. "Why have you summoned me?" He asked her in a calm tone. He was fighting back his own emotions. But he managed to get out a calm tone. So that was good.

That dress how exactly did she.. Get a hold of it. It was gone he was sure of it. What bloody witchcraft is this. Even in her death, the French Lover hunted him from the past. Was she dead? And why did Aphrodite have it? All these questions he wanted answers for.

Aphro watched him when he came in his reactions to the dress. A smile graced her lips. "I have a story for you one that you might not like." She whispered into his ears. "There was once a beautiful French maiden who one night was taken from her lover. Though she didn't die at the hands of her lover's father much like the lover though she would. Though she was cursed and could never touch him personally again or else she would surely die. So she packed up and left for Greece. She married a Greek man though she never forgot about her first true love so she passed her story on to her daughter and told her if she didn't find the man she was to pass it on to her daughter that would be most likely to find him. This went on for centuries. A necklace was also passed on to each daughter this necklace contained a message from the man's lover that would only reveal itself when it was in his hands. When the maiden whoever it maybe found the man who she was certain was the lover she was to put on a dress that was also passed on to each daughter." As she said this story he was unclasping the necklace around her neck Holding it in her hands gently she looked at him with her brown eyes that were tinted slightly red now.

"This necklace holds a secret that only the lover of my great great great great grandmother can see. I believe that you are the man that she had fallen for. I am sorry for the secrecy but I had to make sure that you were him before I could reveal anything. Now that I know that you are the lover. This belongs to you." She said as she handed him the necklace. Her eyes looked down at her lap. He was not sure how he was going to take the news that all these years he was with a decedent of his a woman who he thought was dead. She waited for what she just told him to sink in true she was Greek but if you traced her history way back you would find that she had French routes.

Alexander looked at her as he listened. His eyes raised and widen in shock. How..No.. it wasn't true.. No she was dead.. No.. Surely. He looked at her.."You.. Lie.." he told her unable to understand the truth. He looked at her such betrayal secrecy. His eyes narrowed. No this wasn't the truth this was simply wrong. No way. He was still shocked he took the necklace and eyed it slowly. He was rendered speechless. He took it and tossed it against the wall. His emotions were running deep." You sick twisted bitch!" He growled. As he stood up."I don't want to see you for a month. If not ever. Do what you want. I need air." With that said. Alexander flew off fast in a blur.

He needed time to think and understand a few things as to why and how everything came to be, things just didn't come out of the blue like that. It was amazing story it truly was. But what shocked Alex the most was the truth. He shook his head. He Just needed time. This was far to much for him to grasp and understand all together.

He had left his Castle and was flying somewhere quiet.

Aphro sighed when he stormed out. She understood it hurt her but she ran to her bed and curled up on it. Why did she have to be the one who had to tell him? Why did she have to find the lover in the story. She just wanted to love him she just wanted be with him. Now he left. He left her alone she knew that he needed time to think she just wished that he wouldn't leave her.

Why did she tell him she could of just kept it a secret she could of just left him in the dark and believe that his love had died. Aphro wiped tears from her eyes and sniffled she changed out of the dress and put on a crop top and a pair of jeans. Even that didn't cheer her up she wasn't in a dress yet she wasn't happy. She wanted him she want to kiss him. Though yes she understood sighing she stared up at the ceiling. She continued to think of what she did. Did she just ruin the relationship that she had she had no idea. She hoped not she wanted him back.