Marley sighed in exhaustion as she sat down on the bed next to the mountain of clothes. What was she going to do? The honeymoon was coming up and she hated all her clothes.
Apollo looked at the pouting girl feeling a little confused. "What's the matter my little flower? Is there something wrong with your clothes?"
Marley glared at Apollo, "how can you even ask me that?"
Apollo was even more confused now, was there something he was missing? Did something happen to her clothes?
"Is something wrong with your clothes?" Apollo questioned her. He picked up a pair of jeans Marley was fond of and inspected it.
"Yes Apollo something is very wrong with my clothes! Just throw them all away I don't want them anymore!'
"Throw them away? But Marley these clothes look great on you." The god handed her the jeans with a smile on his face. "Here put these on, they always look so good on you. I love how they bring out your beautiful figure."
