If you'd told Y/N a year ago that she'd be spending the rest of high school in a city where people ate beans for breakfast unironically, she would've laughed and then probably cried until her lungs collapsed. But here she was, standing in the kitchen of a house that smelled like dust and stale aftershave, watching her dad pour whiskey into his coffee at 10AM on a Tuesday like it was the most normal thing in the world. But maybe, just maybe, Sheffield wasn't going to be the complete disaster she'd anticipated.

Y/N Schuyler meets immigrant Frenchman Marquis de Lafayette who is a soldier in the revolution. ---- "Would you care to dance, mon cherie?" The Frenchman asked, holding his hand out for me to take, I hesitated, I shouldn't be dancing, I shouldn't even be here. Why did my sisters drag me to this event? I stared at his hand and eventually my mind settled on taking it before he changed his mind. He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. "I'll dance with you." "You won't regret it, cherie."