Pitiful state.

Arwen paused in her steps. Turning back to Emily, she nodded with s soft hum. "Yes," she said, her voice brimming with the confidence she had carried all along. "I am married. I am sure it has been all over the internet for quite a while as well. People who know me must know about it as well. Didn't you come across the posts?" 

Emily's jaws clenched tightly. Of course, she had seen the post and read discussion the endless discussion about them. But she had never expected Arwen to so readily admit it. Did she not feel any shame about being looked down upon?