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"May I help you sir?" A soft voice asked from behind a finely made desk. The wood designs looked to be carved by hand. The little swirls were detailed with great precision. I reached out and outlined the swirls. So pretty.

"Sir. May I help you?" The soft voice asked again. I looked up at the Goddess and back at my father who was ridgid and pale. I had never seen my father look like that. He looked like he seen a Ghost.

"Daddy are you okay?" I whispered closer to his ear. He slowly looked down at me with wide eyes. Was he getting cold feet for me? He seemed okay with it before?

"Baby we need to." He started but was stopped short by a deep voice. "Christopher it's nice of you to have your daughter coming to our school." I looked around my dad to see who was talking.

A blush took hold of my face fast. A God with dark black hair and grey eyes was standing with a soft smile on his face. He was mesmerizing.

"Actually we decided she would not be coming to school." My fa