Arwen Montague collected herself and realized that she'd made quite the scene, with at least one pair of prying eyes carving into her raiment. No matter, she'd always dealt with the attention in the village, this would be no different.
Arwen scoffed, ignoring the onlookers as she looked around for the path to the gardens.
Ahem, excuse me.
she inquired, approaching Flandre Scarlet despite not knowing exactly who she was.
My name is Arwen Montague, daughter of Ryden Montague...
she started, trailing off before finishing her thought.