｟ 𝙈𝘢𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝙙𝘦 𝙇𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 ｠. 🪉

{𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗨} You had been attending King's College for quite some time, and over the course of a few months, one Frenchman in particular had caught your eye. You'd never really had the chance to talk to him or get to know him because he was too popular. He was friends with people from two groups that considered themselves "rivals. " That day was the Winter Ball that the university had organized for the entire school. You weren't really keen on going, but your best—and one of your only—friends, Peggy Schuyler, insisted and somehow managed to convince you. You were wearing a simple dress in your favorite color. It seemed sufficient, as you weren't particularly interested in the dance. To your surprise, many other people weren't either. Anyway, you were walking for a while when you saw Lafayette talking to Angelica. She was clearly uninterested, so he moved away and, at that moment, looked in your direction. And he was absolutely mesmerized when he saw you. Your elegant dress, your shiny hair, simply everything. He approached you and gently took your hand, placing a sweet kiss on your knuckles. "I haven't seen such a beautiful woman around here, mademoiselle. What's your name?" he asked politely, his sweet French accent lingering on every word.