A/N bigshmiles
here's the next part

Piper P.O.V
My sister Selina came to visit me this morning. We share the same mother but have two different fathers so we don't look alike. Her hair is darker and is curly, her skin is paler and has freckles, and her features are softer and more delicate. The trait we have in common is our eyes, which change color from blue to green to brown; our mother's eyes.
Our mother, Aphrodite Love, had Selina when she was sixteen by a man named Beauregard who owned a chocolatier shop. Having a kid was not in Aphrodite's plans: she wanted to be a famous actress, so she left Silena with her father and never looked back. Then she took up with a mechanic named Hephaestus Valdez, who was pretty much a meal ticket until she made her big break. When she got her first starring role as the title character in Salomé, she ditched Valdez and started an affair with Tristan McLean, the handsome leading man playing John the Baptist, which produced yours truly.
During her prime, she passed from wealthy lover to wealthy lover but when her looks began to fade, she settled down and married Ares La Rue, the war hero turned senator and never gave Selina and I another thought.
Oh well, we were better off without the bitch. 
Selina arrived around eleven o'clock. I had stayed up late the night before, so I just got out of bed and was groggy and hung-over. After throwing a kimono over my nightgown, I went to the door, prepared to get annoyed with her for disturbing me.

Selina had a huge smile on her face and looked radiant and beautiful, so I didn't have the heart to be mad at her. She wore a coral colored chiffon dress with a matching cloche hat, shoes, nail polish, and lipstick.

"Selina, hello," I said, "I'm going to make some coffee, would you like some?"
"No thank you," she replied, "A glass of water would be fine."
"Alright."
After preparing my coffee and getting Selina a glass of water from the tap, I joined her in the living room. We sat at the table in front of a beautiful Art Deco window which looks out onto Central Park.

I know you're asking: how can a mere nightclub singer afford an apartment near Central Park? The answer is Atlas Titan, but I'll get to him later.
"Come out with it?" I said to Selina.
She looked like she was chomping at the bit to tell me something.
"Come out with what?" she replied.
"You're dying to say something, so say it."
"Well... Charlie and me are going to have a baby."
Charles Beckendorf is Selina's husband. She's the only person who was ever allowed to call him "Charlie."
"Does Beckendorf know?"
"Not yet. I went to the doctor yesterday and I confirmed it. I'm going to cook something special and tell him at dinner tonight."
"Congratulations."
I was happy for her; Selina had always wanted a family of her own and I knew she was going to be a great mother. I had to admit that I was a bit jealous of her. Selina's life was simple and happy. She had a good man who loved her and could manage to hold a job despite the depression. I envied her because she was happy with what she had while I was like our mother, never satisfied. If I could be satisfied, then I wouldn't be the mess I was in now.
While Selina was over, we pretty much talked about her preparations for the baby. I was excited about having a little nephew or niece to spoil.
"Hopefully you'll be this happy someday soon," Selina said after kissing my cheek on the way out, "Tell that Jason to make an honest woman out of you."
Jason is old fashioned, the type of guy who wants to settle down. Like me, he was a child of a broken home. His dad was never around and his mom was an unstable drunk. Like some children of broken homes, he wanted to start a family of his own to make up for the mistakes of his parents. He often brought up marriage but I had to tell him that I wasn't as ready to settle down as he is.
I'm crazy about Jason but I didn't think he understood that I wasn't the type of girl who would stay home, darning his socks. But that wasn't the biggest problem.
After Selina was gone, I walked around my living room. It was large and airy with dark wood furniture, Art Deco prints, and statues and paintings of the Greek goddess of love, a reference to my wayward mother.

The apartment Atlas Titan bought for me was in Myrtle Grove, one of Central Park's most coveted addresses: a gilded cage for his little songbird. When I first brought Jason over, I told him that my father, Tristan McLean, the king of Broadway, paid for it.  I was afraid of him learning about Atlas because I thought he wouldn't understand. I never loved Atlas. He was only ever a means to an end but a dangerous and powerful means to an end.  I didn't want him to know about Jason because he would hurt him and everyone else I cared about if he found out. My best hope was that he would eventually get tired of me.
The telephone rang. Speak of the devil.
"Hey babe," I said into the receiver.
"You free tonight?" Atlas's deep, raspy voice replied.
I knew this wasn't a question.
"What time?"
"Nine."

Calypso P. O. V.
Around noon, I went to visit Leo at his family's garage to wish him luck on his latest rum run.
"Don't worry Sunshine," he said, "This isn't my first time around."
I was always worried when the guys made their trips over the border because it was dangerous and illegal and a million different thing could go wrong. My worrying had become worse when I realized that I was falling for Leo.
Knowing I was falling for Leo scared me even more. I was cursed to always be in love with someone and never have it work out for me. Odysseus, for example, went back to his wife Penelope. I always felt bad for Penelope, being married to such a scumbag. She should have kicked his sorry butt to the curb and found someone else to take his place. Percy and I were together for a few months but then he realized that he was in love with a girl named Annabeth. She must have been the blonde in the seafoam colored dress he was with the night before. Leo wasn't like the other guys I had been with. He was cute, rather than handsome like Percy, and wasn't rich and important like Odysseus. Despite my better judgment, I hoped that things would be different with him.
After visiting Leo, I went to a Greek deli a couple of blocks over from the garage.
The day's specials were written out on a chalkboard: "psarosoupa, spanakopita, and baklava." I could smell the psarosoupa from the street and it made my mouth water.
Inside, a boy about my own age stood behind the counter.
"Good afternoon, Triton," I said to him.
"What can I get for you today, beautiful?" he replied with a smug, toothy grin.
Triton Marinos was one of those sort of handsome guys who always seem to think they're devastatingly good-looking and no girl can resist them.
"I'll have the psarosoupa, the spanakopita, the baklava, and a glass of ouzo," I told him.

The food did not disappoint. Amphitrite Marinos, Triton's mother and the owner of the deli, was a fantastic cook.
My favorite thing about the Marinos Deli is that there's a garden patio out in the back where you can sit and eat.

I've always wanted to have a garden of my own (my last name Kipourós means gardener) but where I live only allows me to keep a couple of window boxes. My dream was to have a house in the country surrounded by a large garden.
I brought my food out onto the patio, found a wooden bench softened with a couple of pillows and stretched out in the sun, smoothing the skirt of my teal sundress with a white print.

The weather was perfect: high seventies, azure blue sky with feathery clouds, warm sun, and a pleasant breeze. With my delicious lunch, the afternoon was perfect.
I'd always loved Greek food. Like the Marinos family, my mother Pleoine Kipourós had immigrated from Greece. Not long after arriving in New York, she had taken up with a man named Atlas Titan, who had seduced her with promises of wealth and security but eventually grew bored and left her with a child, me, to raise on her own. Turns out, Atlas already had a wife named Hesperius and seven daughters.
My half-sister Zoë always told me that I was foolish for dreaming that I would find true love, that I was wasting my time on something that would never happen. But something told me that Leo was the one.
I made the sign of the cross and prayed for his safe return.
A/N A word about religion: this a nondemigod au, so the Greek Gods don't exist in this story there for the characters to follow other religions. Calypso, being the child of Greek immigrants would probably be Greek Orthodox, hence why she makes the sign of the cross, which is done by the Catholic and Orthodox churches. I'm a semi-practicing Catholic, so when I have scenes that have to do with religion, it's usually Catholic, since that's what I'm most familiar with.

Annabeth P.O.V
As soon as I got off the train, I was anxious to take a dip in the pool. After I unpacked, I changed into a white bathing suit and peach colored beach pajamas

The pool area was in keeping with the Greek theme of the Parthenon. A Greek key pattern lined the floor of the pool. A marble statue was placed at each of the corners of the pool and the cabana was made to look like a Greek temple.

I'd brought two books with me for poolside reading: Pride and Prejudice and Much Ado About Nothing. Both stories were about couples who were meant to be together but were too proud and stubborn to admit it, sort of like how Percy and I were before we realized that we were in love. They also had headstrong and outspoken heroines who I could relate to.
My mind drifted and began to dream of Percy: his slim, lean body lying against mine, his strong, muscular arms holding me, his beautiful sea green eyes, and his smell. His scent is something like an ocean breeze.
"Long time, no see," a voice called down to me.
Rachel Elizabeth Dare came over from the house. She was wearing a blue dress with a dot print, a necklace of red beads, a crocheted cloche hat, and lace gloves. Her pale skin was covered in freckles, which made her look like she had been splattered with brown paint, and her frizzy red hair was worn in a curly bob.

Rachel had called earlier, saying that she was dropping by.
"How's real life treating you, darling?" I asked after kissing her cheek.
"I got a job."
"No, really?"
Her father ran a massively successful development company and made my father look like a beggar. If anyone could go without working a single day in their life, I thought it was Rachel.
"It's for art school. Daddy said the only way I could go was if I paid for it myself."
"So what's the job?"
"I work for Apollo Phoebus as a secretary."
"I've heard of him, doesn't he own the New York Sun?"
"That's the one! Mother never shuts up about how he's one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. Like everyone else, she assumes I'm going to try to catch him for a husband."
"Are you?"
"He's incredibly handsome, so of course he'd have no interest in me."
In her own funny way, Rachel was beautiful but she had never fit in among the debutantes we had grown up with and that had taken a toll on her self-confidence. She was a talented artist and it would have been a waste if she didn't pursue art as a career. The future held greater things for Rachel than just catching a rich husband.
"Enough about me, what about you?"
"I'm going to start Vassar in the fall. I'll be studying architecture."
"Our Annabeth, the next Frank Lloyd Wright."
"I'd rather be the first Annabeth Chase."
"Anyway, where can I change into my suit?"
"There's a cabana straight ahead."
Rachel went into the miniature Greek temple and came out a few minutes later in a striped bathing suit.

"So, are there any beaux in your life?"
I didn't want to tell her about Percy and I. Rachel had a crush on him a few years ago which he never quite reciprocated.  Giving her the details would be rubbing it in her face.
"Perhaps..."
"Tell me, who is it? Do I know him?"
"He has green eyes and messy dark hair."
"It's Percy Jackson, isn't it? What do your parents think about this?"
My parents knew of Percy as the sweet boy I used to play with when I was younger. In theory, my parents wanted me to marry someone who loved and respected me but this was only if that someone was considered one of "our class," which Percy, as much as they might like him, was not. I doubt they would see him as an appropriate husband for me.
"Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!" I taunted Rachel.
We were both good runners so the race ended in a tie.