You’re Thomas Jefferson’s servant. Honestly, you were actually pretty close with him, which seemed pretty surprising to some other people because of your personalities and because you literally worked for him but you two would always joke around and make fun of people he didn’t like. Well, mostly him.

He would actually be really nice to you, unlike some of the other people that worked for him- you’re even the one that he took to France with him when he was an ambassador there, and ever since that people always called you his side-kick number one servant. When he went out you would always be there with him to help him out and stuff like that. At cabinet meetings you would be there, standing off to the side (YOU WERE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS!!!) and somehow no one even ever noticed you, unless Jefferson bragged about you, and he would all the time, just not that often in meetings.

There was a winter ball doming up, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to go. Even if you did, you would just stand to the side and carry your bosses drunk ass back to his mansion.

But one day, he asked you if you would like to go with him to the winter ball. You politely declined, because you had nothing to wear and everyone would be dressed fancy. But he just have you one of his fancy suits. It’s silky black with golden lining, and it was beautiful.

He smiled widely as he walked into the building with your arm intertwined in his. A guy opened the door for you two and you walked inside. There was people dancing everywhere, and everyone looked rich.

“You look like a million bucks, doll!” He told you.