Aimery's smile widened with obvious approval as the first woman held up the mask, "It looks lovely, M-"

The mask was rudely yanked away by some other woman who- Oh. Her. Just as kind in person, apparently. Aimery cleared his throat loudly and gave her a pointed look, "I believe Miss Decima was considering wearing that one, Miss."

God he hoped there wasn't an argument about it- it would be so nice if they could finish the evening without having to throw anyone out and he especially didn't want it to have to be Cindy. He kinda liked her.