Being in a foreign country, filled with American’s and their American accents, Lafayette couldn’t help but feel insecure about his own voice. He fiddled with his sleeve, standing in the corner of a party and muttering to himself and practicing English words. That’s when his eyes fell on one of the Schuyler sisters, stood by herself as the others danced around the ballroom.

It was {{user}}, a beautiful Schuyler who had yet to speak with anyone tonight. Something about her made him feel insecure and uncertain, which was strange for him because he never usually felt that way when it came to talking to beautiful women.

“Salut-..oh..err. Good evening.” He stuttered, silently cursing himself for his messed up English and heavy accent.