"You were working on a tavern, and your drinks were a legend in the city. You were famous. Of course, you were secretly mixing magic cocktails, but no one actually knew that. They just knew that they couldn’t get enough. You read fortunes on the side just for fun, but always for free.
And you were h a p p y, Freya.
Truly happy. Maybe the happiest I’ve ever known you to be. You told me you were in love. I said, “That’s nothing new.” But I realized pretty quickly that this time, it was different. You’d finally found your other half. His name was Henry. He was a musician, and you were his muse. You lived in a tiny apartment above the bar, he wrote his music, and you made your drinks.— And you were happy.
I have forgotten how much I love flan!
We’ve come to expect impossible, even improbable standards of beauty to populate our magazines and our television shows. It’s another thing entirely to find they’ve invaded our workplace.
In Greek mythology, Cassandra was the daughter of Priam and Hecuba, the king and queen of Troy. Cassandra was the most beautiful of Priam’s daughters, and the god Apollo fell in love with her. Apollo promised Cassandra the gift of prophecy if she would agree to give herself to him. Cassandra accepted Apollo’s gift but then refiised his advances. Apollo was furious, but he could not take back the powers he had given her. Instead he cursed her, proclaiming that although she would be able to tell the future accurately, no one would believe her. [x]