The shoes are good, thin golden straps of leather, graceful heels, perfect for showing off her bright pedicure, the same cherry red as the dress itself. "Not very practical," Sharon admits, "but it's a special occasion."

She lifts her head to smile at Bucky again and doesn't let his hand go as she steps to his side and grins back at Shuri. "Not bad, right?"

"I have seen worse," Shuri says, and pointedly arches her eyebrows at her brother, who sighs.