With the lengths Pandora had gone to with her costume it would not have been impossible for her to not be seen as herself, even without the enchantment that had been placed on them all. The change in eye colour, the fantastical make-up, the costume that covered nigh-everything sans her face... the wings were her particular favourite as they seemed like real feathers even though she’d never dare to use the real thing for something so trivial (she loved animals far too much.)
As she pored over the food and picked her way through various fruits and bit into a treacle tart, she turned to glance over the people having fun, not one of them seeming to be concerned with house or status; a turn to the person who had just moved up beside her and she spoke too quickly, nearly choking on her tart, “Everyone seems to be having a blast!”
