[oh! milly spots the feathers in cornelia's hair, eyes wide as she scans over them, the butterfly wings at her ear tips fluttering in excitement.]

You look beautiful, Your Highness. You seem to be able to make anything work for you!

And I'd love to have you come. I'll make sure it's on a day where you're feather free, so you can be whatever you'd like. That's the fun of the masquerade, you know?