Garnet was very used to these situations; in the course of her lifetime, she'd been to and hosted more gala's than she could recall. She'd come with Zidane, but of course, it was hard to stay together -- She was socially obligated to mingle, and Zidane had his own fair share of people to see. Of course, moving anywhere was a bit of a chore; Alexandrian fashion consisted so much of laces, corsets, and absurdly full skirts, and her dress for the evening was no exception. (http://www.superquince.com/quinceanera/wp-content/gallery/mori-lee/quinceanera-dresses-mori-lee_86003.jpg)

Still in the midst of moving from person to person, she paused,eyes catching on a strangely familiar face. She'd not seen that face in a very long time -- since the last gathering of this sort. Garnet had heard from Larsa that she'd gone, so to see her changed, somehow... was surprising, in the least.

"Excuse me..." a cautious question as the young queen approached, a hopeful smile in her voice. "Penelo?"