<div class="floatleft">(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2012/02/17/article-2102726-11C956B7000005DC-300_634x840.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Mia Romero<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance hall<br/><strong>Time:</strong> When guests begin to arrive<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black dress (http://www.sofiehouse.co/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/F/i/Fitted-Deep-V-Neck-Cap-Sleeve-High-Slit-Long-Black-Chiffon-Lace-Evening-Prom-Dress.jpg), nude stockings, black stilettos, black lace and diamond mask (https://img.etsystatic.com/il/b40e26/633607930/il_570xN.633607930_ttte.jpg) <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a<br/></span><hr/><br/>Beautiful.<br/><br/>Mistress of the house stood on the balcony in the entrance hall, taking one last look at her handiwork before nodding to a waiter to open the front door. Warm afternoon breeze wafted in, whispering onto petals of flowers in elegant arrangements around the large room. Silk and satin draped down from the balcony and the banister, attached to the ceiling further in to create a flirty maze in the middle of the hall. The draped walls were strategically placed to allow almost complete darkness in some parts and then illuminated by the dim glow of chandeliers in other parts. The maze was a new addition, but Mia was quite pleased with the outcome.<br/><br/>The lighting in itself was a piece of art, as it should be considering the fee for designing it. Every room in the house was wrapped in a romantic, warm glow from wall lights and lamps, the only ceiling lights being the grand chandeliers in the dining hall and the ones lighting up the maze. Even those were controlled, dimmed to provide just enough light to have a decent conversation with someone across a table.<br/><br/>Waiters and waitresses were lined up on either side of the front door, each holding a tray of champagne. They were all dressed in black and white, pants and a vest, and a white shirt. They were the only people who would not be wearing a mask tonight. Long hair was tied back, every button on their shirts fastened. But all that might change as the evening progressed. The staff knew what to expect from their employer's guests during the annual event and had been hired because of a certain lack of inhibitions.<br/>In plain terms, they knew touching and playing would be part of the gig.<br/><br/>With music playing in the background, a full bar set up in the sitting room just around the corner, and chefs working in the kitchen to create small masterpieces for later on... Mia Romero was ready to welcome her guests.<br/><br/>So, as soon as the door opened and the first few couples and groups streamed inside, she made her way downstairs to greet them all properly. Each and every person would receive a warm welcome; a kiss on the cheek or a light hug. They were all her personal guests, even if some seemed more likely to be connected to her daughter. Never mind that. The display of familiarity where none might actually be, was a calculated move based on years of experience. If she wanted people to be comfortable with each other, and relax, she had to lead by example.<br/><br/>The only downside to how unfailingly punctual many were for these nights, was how she could not spend more than a moment greeting each guest before she had to move on to the next! But soon the pace eased, and the room filled with a comfortable hum of voices mixed with music and laughter.<br/><br/>Mia looked to the side when one of the waitresses stopped by her, and accepted a flute of champagne with a smile and a little sigh as she tipped the glass to her lips for a small sip. Her gaze roamed the crowd for something to settle on and she found a delectable pair of shoulders to chase with her eyes as the owner moved around. Then sultry sway of hips going the other direction. The night most certainly had promise.<br/><br/><br/>