this one is a bit ambiguous to her age but it would be after 1777 uwu


Adrienne walked along the garden paths with her head held comfortably, if not a bit high. But it was with good reason, seeing as she was the wife of a proclaimed hero. That day she had tired of going out into the crowds of the city, or meeting people in her home. She needed fresh air. In the garden, the sun’s rays hit the flowers in the most pleasant way. She drew her attention to them, admiring them quietly and not paying much mind to anything else. It was not until she realized the presence of another there that she turned away from them. “Hello,” she greeted. “It is a lovely day, no?”