Medieval era of chivalry.

Although Arwen refused, Lady Foster still insisted on walking her out. It was not just out of love but also partly because she wanted to see who exactly was waiting outside.

"Aunt Beca, it's fine. It has already started drizzling. If you come out, you might get soaked." Arwen spoke, pausing at the main entrance of the villa to stop her from stepping outside. 

Beca patted Arwen's hand and nodded. "Fine. I won't step out. Let Mr. James help you with an umbrella," she said, turning to the butler, who nodded and moved to carry out her request. 

But before he could even open the umbrella, Arwen heard Emyr's voice. "Madam!" 

She turned to find him already there with an umbrella. Her eyes twinkled in mild confusion, which Emyr quickly explained. 

"I am here to escort you back to the car. Sir wanted to come, but an important call held him back, so I had to come."