“You are going to give men, and some women I'm sure, heart attacks in that dress, dear,” she told Artemis. “You look stunning.”
Hera slid her arm through her husband's, subtly claiming her position as she looked at him. “You are not too shabby either. I like your mask quite a bit.”
There. Smoothed over, and ignoring the digs that she'd walked in on. Wasn't she gracious this evening. Yes, she was. Hera smiled. “So. Who do we know is who this evening? Is anyone wearing anything particularly tacky?”