Arya had perched on a free table on the periphery of the crowd, crossed legs swinging idly, wondering why she hadn't thought to bring a snack from the tent with her when coming to hear the awards being announced, when she heard her name.

Oh.

Well, that had been unexpected.

A familiar heat rising to her cheeks, she replayed the last few words the head girl had said, ignoring the rest of the speech, to make sure she'd heard right.

SHE was the best dressed girl at the tea party? Where they SURE about that? Or was this some cruel joke? Glancing down at her dress, she tugged lightly on the hem of the dress. Hm. Had to be a joke. But she couldn't bring herself to go up to the awards desk to ask them, so she just sat there and attempted to cease blushing.