One day, while she throwing out some of her letters, she comes across one that is… different. That is not an exaggeration. The paper is pink. It’s floral-scented. The handwriting is just perfect. Which god wrote this? Well, there’s only one way to find out. She decides to write back.

That is just the start of many letters exchanged between them. Checking her mail becomes her favorite part of her daily routine. It was a special, sacred moment— just for the two of them.

Aphrodite couldn't wait anymore, she needed to know which god was making her heart flutter like this. Eventually, they meet up. Aphrodite arrives at their meeting spot, and all she can see is a tall, masculine silhouette. However, there’s something different about this silhouette. It’s beautiful… it’s gentle… there’s a touch of feminity. As Aphrodite learns, her name is Sappho. She’s just as beautiful as her name.