Venus for the Milossian

I dreamed that by the time I turned thirty I would be happy. But in reality I live at work.

My fiancé cheated on me, unable to handle my work schedule—right on the very day when I thought I would finally get the cherished ring from him.

And to top it off, a handsome, self-satisfied, pompous half-god came into my office.

He got the wrong door, and I inspected him and snapped at him.

By the way… My name is Venus, and I’m a venereologist, if anything.

And this man, apparently, is my evil fate.

How else could it be? After all, his last name is Milossky.