Thea barely manages to get out of the way of an entire tray of champagne flutes as it comes crashing down but her shoes aren't as lucky as her dress in that regard. She slides them off and grabs a napkin, furiously trying to dry them.

"These are satin," she says ruefully. "I could have worn the Louboutins but oh no, I had to go and wear the cream satin Manolos before Easter and now the fashion gods have smote me."

Still, she says it with a smile because it's a lot better to be concerned about shoes than the next guy hellbent on murdering her brother - shoes are a nice, normal concern.