At the appointed time, Wanda Maximinoff appeared in full regalia and instantly captured Henry's attention. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
Her red embroidered dress had a high slit that ran all the way to her waist. If not for the dark reddish-brown tights beneath it, the view would have been quite something. Her high-heeled, over-the-knee boots, though, looked less like fashion and more like a medieval knight's greaves.
Long gloves covered her arms up to the biceps, leaving only her slender fingers and bare shoulders exposed. Yet more than the M Crown on her head, Henry was captivated by the Nebula Cloak behind her.
It wasn't made of any fabric, nor did it have a fixed shape. It extended from Wanda's pale, alluring collarbones as though connected to another universe, its form constantly shifting and gathering.
"Oh my God. Is that real?" Henry marveled. He even tried to scoop up the Nebula Cloak, but his fingers passed through it. They disturbed its shape, yet he couldn't hold it as something solid.
Wanda wasn't the least bit pleased by the praise. If anything, she was annoyed. "I never thought I'd dress up like this only to lose to a cloak."
"Oh, of course not, Ms. Maximoff. You look beautiful too. All dressed up, you're even more dazzling than usual.
"It's just that I've never seen a cloak like that before. I couldn't help being curious."
Unsure what to wear, Henry had put on a suit for the young witch's coming-of-age ceremony. He looked rather out of place beside Wanda, but it was better than showing up in a Star Wars T-shirt and jeans.
Wanda Maximoff clearly didn't like Henry addressing her by her surname. She stepped close and seized his striped tie. "Call me Wanda, or the Scarlet Witch.