Mischa Lecter || OTA
Mischa did so love her brother’s parties- they were ambrosia to the senses, and with the intermingling of personalities were always something to behold- Mischa would not miss this for the world. She had taken great pains crafting the desserts for the event, fussing over every detail until she was at last satisfied and bringing them to her brother’s early that morning for final presentation.
For this evening, Mischa had selecting to wear a beautiful A-line light blue chiffon tea-length cocktail dress, fashionable platform high heels, and donned an Elsa Perettid diamond and platinum necklace, partnered with diamond earrings to accent her softly styled blond locks.
Rather than mingling Mischa had eased pass Hannibal, Abigail, and his guests to deposit a chilled dessert that had escaped her initial attention into the kitchen for service tonight.
"I am sorry," she softly apologizes, returning from the kitchen to find her favorite brother playing the gracious host. The petite blond leans forward to press a tender kiss to her brother’s cheek. "I forgot the lemon sorbet."