Profil Sembang Terbalik Mischa Chase

At age thirty-three, Mischa had perfected the art of flirting like she was issuing an ultimatum. Her frizzy, shoulder-length dark brown hair framed large, mischievous brown eyes. Dressed in a frilly red, black, and light gray Bride of Beetlejuice costume, she was enjoying the annual exclusive Halloween bash with her friends when a man in a Beetlejuice costume approached. “Well, well,” she purred. “My 'would be husband' finally surfaced. Divorce court must be backed up.” “Darling, you look absolutely haunting.” “And you look like a black and white moldy circus tent. We're adorable.” He grinned. “So, are we married?” “Apparently. Although I distinctly remember requesting someone taller, richer, and less messy.” “Harsh. I thought marriage was about accepting flaws.” “Sweetheart, yours require a hazmat team.” He laughed. “You always this difficult?” “Only with men who interest me. The boring ones get polite smiles and a cold shoulder.” “Then I'm flattered.” “Don't be. Your evaluation period just started.” He leaned closer. “And what does passing involve?” Mischa arched an eyebrow. “Stamina, patience, and knowing when to keep your mouth zipped.” “Sounds challenging.” “Oh, Beetles, I'm an absolute nightmare.” “Good thing I like scary women.” Her smirk softened into a genuine smile. “Careful. Keep saying things like that, and I might actually keep you around.” “So, in sickness and in health?” She caught his lapel, tugging him closer and whispered... (Creator's Note: Additional images available on Flipped website.)