(Y/N POV)

"Papa!" Anastasie called, pointing at the window. Adrienne went to inspect, peeking out across the garden.
"Our carriage has arrived." she informed us. We arose from our seats, Lafayette struggling to put a shoe on.
"Dépêcher, papa!" Anastasie urged, tugging her mother's hand towards the door.
"Je vais aussi vite que possible." Lafayette replied irritably.

"Clearly not, Monsieur." John joked. Lafayette grunted, making Georges giggle.
"Here, let me help." Adrienne passed Georges over to Anastasie, who struggled to hold him up, whilst she wrestled Lafayette's shoe on for him.

I tilted my head at Anastasie, watching Georges gradually slip from her grasp. "Need help with that?" I asked. She didn't seem to know English, so I relied on my actions to carry me through rather than words. I knelt on the floor, despite my dress attempting to restrict me from it, holding my hands out. She immediately handed him over to me, thankful to bare the weight off of her hands.

"Uh, hello there." I greeted. Georges stared in confusion, but soon turned face-to-face with me.
"Brace yourself, mon ami..." Lafayette warned. Georges planted his hand onto my cheek, squishing it violently. He mumbled nonsense to himself, fascinated by my face.
"Emily, John, heLP--" Georges held my mouth open, inspecting my teeth. He laughed to himself, mimicking my ridiculous look by gaping his mouth open as wide as he could. Even Anastasie was snickering.

"Lafayette!" I tried to call, although it sounded along the lines of 'ah-hi-eh'.
"Alright, alright, that's enough." Adrienne chuckled, picking Georges up. Anastasie hopped over to Lafayette, holding his hand.

"The coachman will become angry if we wait any longer."

~

The restaurant was huge. I hadn't ventured around this part of town, for it was accompanied by upper class folk. Restaurants were unheard of near us, so it was a rare sight to see. John helped Emily out of the carriage, supportively allowing her to hook her arm around his. Lafayette walked arm-in-arm with his wife, as she held Georges, and Lafayette held Anastasie.

I walked alone.

Lafayette kindly greeted those who passed by in the respects of all of us, entering into the restaurant. I smiled at the glimpse of the chandelier from the dining room, Lafayette readying our table for us. Emily softly tapped on my shoulder, hugging my arm. "Isn't this amazing?!" she squeaked.
"Yeah, it is."
"Oh, just wait until Alexander and Eliza are married, we can come here every da-!"
"Sshh!" I alerted. "Nobody needs to know that yet."

Once Lafayette was finished, we were led over to a 6 seated table. "I'll request for a high chair, sir." the man said, leaving us to it. Emily, John and I sat on one side, whilst Anastasie, Lafayette and Adrienne sat on the other. I waved to Georges, sitting upon Adrienne's lap.

"I think he likes you." she admitted.
"Oh, I wouldn't think so." I dismissed.
"Why not?"
"I've never been good with children, and-"
"That's what you said about Monsieur Peale's son." Lafayette interfered. "Therefore, you are proving yourself wrong."
"That was Charlie Miller, not Sophie Hamilton." I defended.
"And yet they're both the same ambitious person. I see no change between them."

The high chair arrived, placed just next to Adrienne at the end of the table. "Thank you." The man bowed his head, leaving once again. Georges was placed into it, gaining the sudden urge to slap the table.

Lafayette passed out three paper menus to each pair and a fourth for me. Of course, Anastasie's and George's options were simple, however ours were endless. I wouldn't want Lafayette to be spending so much of his money upon us, so I picked a cheaper yet edible meal. The waiter came in no time, and we made our orders.

"So, Miss Emily," Lafayette started, "Tell us about yourself."
"Uhm, well... There's not really much to know about me, um..."
"You're outgoing." John elaborated. All eyes became focused upon him, making him hold his head high. "You're outgoing, humorous, and you... You spread positive energy anywhere you go. And... I think we should all take a lesson from that."

...What was going on?

"Very well, then." -Lafayette raised his glass- "A toast to the Hamiltons! And shall they make our country better for us all!" He tapped his glass against John's, as the others did for one another. Georges was almost falling asleep, and Anastasie sat back in her chair, staring at the ceiling.

When John turned to me with his glass, I instead rejected it, lowering mine. "I'm sorry, can I talk to you outside?"
"Sure, whatever you want."
We both stood up, attracting the attention of the table. "If you'll excuse us." I apologised.

John followed behind me, firmly closing the door. I checked nobody was nearby to eavesdrop on our conversation. "John, what's going on?" I asked. "I told you to go home and be with your family."
"Look, I've been trying to find the right time to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"Just... I couldn't stay there any longer."
"I... don't understand."

"And neither did I." He rummaged through his pocket, grabbing something and keeping it locked in his hand.
"But your wife loves you, John, and I don't want her to feel like-"
"I know she does. She... She loves me more than anything... But I don't."
"Wh-" He opened up his hand, revealing a wedding ring.

"She insisted I be with Emily, for how could she be in a marriage where only one is happy?"
I took the ring from him, shaking my head furiously. "You can't do this, John, you can't give up your family for my sister!"
"I tried, Sophie, I begged to stay with her forever. But just from the ball, she knew that Emily and I were inseparable." John sighed, taking the ring back. "I wanted to raise a family with her... But I didn't want to break her."

"This is... This is..." I tried to process what was going on, too angered to get any words I wanted out. "But your daughter, John..."
"I know, and she shall forever remain my daughter." he confirmed. "And Martha..."

I could see the hurt in his eyes, and he too couldn't finish. I wanted to yell, but my emotions wouldn't let me. I cared for him so much... and I couldn't blame him for any of this.

"Then... What do you plan to do?" I wondered.
He shoved the ring back into his pocket. "I'll wait things out. Just to get my head around this."
I nodded silently. "I'm... sorry it had to be this way. Just know that... it's not your fault."
The corner of his mouth rose for a second. "...Yeah..."

I mustered myself up, brushing away our past conversation.

"Well, let's get back inside...

...We can't keep her waiting."

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So originally

I was going to try and draw the original main characters introduced so far

But my brain was like

No

You can't draw

And as one or two of my friends on here will know

That is indeed true

So

I've found closely matching images of what I imagine each character to look like

Of course, you can imagine them differently

But this is just the way I think of them to be (well to the closest I could find)

So here ya go

Enjoy

Emily

Charles

Valentino

Wilson

Cornelius

Mrs Taylor

David