Last summer I was the best man at a friend's wedding.
Among other duties my job was to make sure:
1) The groom looked and felt great;
2) The bride would immediately smile at him the moment she saw him in the church.
I'm not sure Maria looked at João's feet. But I was there and she smiled. I'm sure she smiled for far more important reasons than the Albus. But for the record, the Albus were there