Turn(Washington's spies) fan fiction.

New York.

"Adella dear! Will you come down for breakfast?" My mother, Margret "Peggy" called.
"Coming mother!!!!" I called stepping down the stairs.
My father was exiting from his library into the dinning room.
"Father," I smiled.
"My perfect flower," he smiled kissing my forehead.
We walked into the dinning room to see my mother sitting.
"Morning mother," I smiled squeezing her hand as I took my seat.
"Precious," she smiled.
"Darling," my father, Andre spoke kissing her cheek.
"Andre," she smiled.
We said our Thanks then ate.
"I must be going dearest, I have a meeting," he spoke kissing my mother.
"Good bye father," I smiled hugging him.
He hugged me then left.
"Come take a walk with me through town?" My mother asked.
"Of course," I grabbed my coat.
We walked through the town.
"Darling don't any of these men catch your eye?" My mother asked.
"No, mother. I want a love like you and father have. Not just an arranged marriage," I sighed.
"Of course, dear. That dress would look marvelous on you," my mother spoke pointing to a dress in the window.
"Yes, But I already have so many...." I spoke.
"Yes, well I suppose," she spoke.
"Mother?" I asked.
"Yes dear?" She asked.
"Could we stop in the book shop? I have already finished all of the ones in fathers study...." I suggested.
"Yes of course," she did a slight laugh.
"Oh thank you!!" I grinned giddily at the idea of a new book.
We walked in and after browsing I picked out a French play.
My mother smiled at the choice.
"What?" I asked sweetly.
"Nothing. It's just you are definitely your fathers daughter," she laughed.
I smiled.
After purchasing the book we returned home.
I walked inside.
"Mrs. Johnson is coming over for tea. Would you like to join us?" She asked.
"Maybe..." I nodded.
I sat down at the table and opened the book.
I read through page. The French write very different then us British. There language is also much more difficult. I had to pull out father's dictionary for a word.
"Peggy?" Mrs. Johnson knocked.
I stood and opened the door.
"Adella! You look more like you mother every time I see you! Except with your fathers hair," she smiled.
"Thank you. You look wonderful. Do come in!" I stepped aside.
"Mother! Mother! Mrs. Johnson is here!!!" I called.
She emerged with Abigail behind her.
"Ah, Stella!" She smiled.
Abigail followed my mother into the sitting room.
Abigail stood by the door.
"Abigail is there something you need?" I asked.
"Oh nothing, Ms- I mean Adella. I just wanted to know if I could visit my boy and his wife with my granddaughter but I didn't want to interrupt," she shook her head.
"Mother would surely allow it!! Go on now," I smiled.
"Thank you Adella. Are you sure?" She asked.
"Positively," I beamed.
She giddily walked towards the door and left.

"Darling? I'm home," my father opened the door.
"Father," I beamed.
"My daringly flower," he greeted me.
"Mother is having tea with Mrs. Johnson. I got a new book! Would you like to see?" I asked.
"Of course," he smiled.
I grabbed the book and showed him it.
"elle était l'image de la beauté alors qu'elle dansait toute la nuit, pensait son père," her father spoke.
"She was the image of beauty as she danced the night away, though her father," I smiled.
"Very Good!" He nodded smiling.
I blushed.