Venus:  “After a few centuries of turning pumpkins into coaches and frogs into princes, I thought I was getting the hang of being a fairy godmother.  Maybe soon Zeus would let me back onto Mount Olympus . . . then I met Rachel Greer.  A goody-two-shoes do-gooder who ignored my advice—terrific advice, if I do say so myself—about men.  And kept nagging me for spending too much time in the bathroom when everyone knows a goddess always needs to look her best.
 
Rachel:  “I had a decent job, friends, a loving family.  My volunteer work, as a mentor for young women and a dog-walker at the local shelter, kept me hopping.  Then this amazingly beautiful woman, who literally turns heads—men walk into walls when she passes by—announces she’s my fairy godmother, here to help me fall in love!  Next thing I know, she’s moved into my apartment and kicked me out of my own bedroom.  Of course I thought she was nuts . . . until the magic started to happen.”