You were George Washington's daughter, and when Thomas Jefferson came back home in 1789, you were beyond excited. You heard about all of the good things he had done for the nation, and were waiting for him when he arrived.
But you couldn't seem t...
I was just...you know...eating cake when it arrived.
I grabbed my leftover (favorite flavor cake) cake from my birthday from the pantry and a fork from the drawer and sat down on the couch with it.
Putting the chunks of cake in my mouth, I savored the flavor. I even let my mind wander a bit.
But my thoughts and cake-eating session was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.
I groaned aloud and went to go answer the door, mentally cursing at the person who ruined my snack. I reluctantly opened the door.
"What?" I snapped.
"I was pretty stunned to see that no one was there. I looked around, my indignation replaced with confusion. Finally, my eyes landed on the doorstep below me, and there was a letter.
Eyebrow arched, I picked it up, fiddling with it.
It read,
Dearest Y/N,
I still feel bad for how I acted a few weeks ago. So, as a make-up gift, I was wondering if you wanted to join me for dinner at a fancy restaurant at 8:00. Just pop over when you're ready.
Seriously, I'm really sorry for how I acted. The situation wasn't even a big deal. Hope to see you tonight! Love, T.Jeff
I smiled to myself, hugging the letter close to my chest. I was pumped for that night. I also thought it was funny how he kept wavering between two topics.
The rest of the day went by in a blur of staring at the clock and eating food.
********time skip brought to you by Thomas, the fluffy mushroom*********
The time was 6:30, and I was desperately searching for a nice dress to wear, not having much success.
T-shirt, emerald green coat, a poncho, (??,) and an ugly as hell blouse.
Finally, at the way back of my closet, there was a stunning dress that I never knew I had. It looked like this:
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"Hell yes!" I said aloud, taking it out of my closet.
Slipping it on, I wondered where we were going. Thomas had only said "a fancy restaurant". A few ideas came to mind:
Ma Cherie's Restaurant?
Virginian Variety?
By that time, my dress was fully on my body. I looked in the mirror, and I looked nice. The dress wasn't too heavy, it was modest; everything I would want in a dress.
