# Chapter 67
Aphrodite, on the other hand, was riding a golden chariot drawn by swans. It looked like a sled, a remodeled couch with a lot of room, rather than a chariot. The size was good enough for three people to lie down; the vehicle itself was framed with gold, and the inside of the car had an antique wooden interior with a soft and comfortable, quilted leather upholstery finish.
The goddess was reclining on it. She was resting her chin on her right hand, casting her gaze down. Her face shone like a pearl under the sunlight. Next to her sat Psyche in a silver dress. She was wearing two butterfly hairpins on each side of her head. The golden perfume bottle tied loosely to her waist contained the scent of the underworld she got from Persephone, which would put a person to sleep forever.
The goddess who could read dreams. She held a bowl full of heavenly fruits near her chest and gave it to Aphrodite one at a time.
