Ever the skilled potioneer, Evalina was a keenly aware of what amortentia smelled like to her; tonight, however, if someone were to waft a goblet-full of amortentia below her nose, she'd be none the wiser. The slight earthy sweetness of the outside of her grounds, the scent of recently fallen rain (mitigated at the party by a simple atmospheric charm) and the woman in front of her.

Eva rose an eyebrow behind her mask and chuckled heartily. "The only people who look better in the dark, Ms. Black, are not at this party." she leaned forward to give Ella a hug as a good hostess would. "and you, Elladora Black, are no such being." she murmured, allowing her voice to pitch into a low, honeyed tone. "If you look better in the dark, it is only because you are a bright soul that would outshine anyone at such an event, and light up even the darkest room."

She pulled away, longing to brush her lips against Ella's cheek - it'd be too obvious though, and she turned to approach the rail of the porch. It did seem the party was going well, and she smiled as she heard polite applause from inside, signaling another dance concluded. A spark of jealousy coursed through her; would that she and Ella could dance as the couples in there did. Even then she'd be cursed with divorce as a weight upon her.