Lennox and Peisinoê about an hour into the Gala Peisinoê had been a busy little bee that day. Party planning wasn't something she particularly enjoyed, and a lot of this one could look formulaic to someone familiar with the process. The flares of creativity that showed up here and there were largely her sister's influence, a common thread in her life if she were being honest. Not that this whole thing was a chore. Peisinoê loved projects coming together just right, challenges too, and anything that would make her parents proud. It was just that this kind of project didn't bring the passion out of her.
Now, she was dressed to the nines, a deep blue wet looking lipstick contrasting with rosy cheeks, silvery eyeshadow to match her dress and the skin that showed was dusted with a glow. She had been awake since early that morning and the Gala had only properly started about an hour ago, but she was sure she would be fine. In University she did a stint as an ER Nurse, and even before then, Mermaids were known for their endurance. Swimming long distances and all that. In her hand was a glass of champagne, the strongest thing she would allow herself tonight. It would surprise exactly no one that she was a lightweight, and still had trouble remembering to stop drinking just because something didn't taste like alcohol. So she was cautious. When she remembered to be. For her breather she had chosen the gazebo crafted with mortal means, she appreciated the detail and blueprints that had gone into it. The symmetry. Her heels weren't as ostentatious as they sometimes were, only a modest two inches and modeled after Cinderella's glass slipper, she knew she would be on her feet all night, and that her sister would likely pull her into a dance at some point. See. Planning. Practical things.That was something she could handle. The mask wasn't terrible practical, as it did dampen her eyesight a bit, but she had been assure it went well with her dress and was surprisingly comfortable so. Here she was.
As it so often was, her hair had been left down, although tiny braids had been weaved into it, pulling from Celtic design, small sparkling opal and sea glass beads weaved into it so every bit of her caught the torchlight. Even if her personality wasn't always the smoothest or most magnetic, at least her appearance made up for it tonight.