𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 • 𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯

Picnic

~*1796*~

TW: Panic attacks.

Anne Cary Randolph and Thomas Jefferson Randolph were one year apart and inseparable. Around the family, they were known as the "Dynamite Duo", and Y/n was more than experienced with the dynamite part.

Being only fourteen, she loved to take care of the little rascals, and she found amusing the number of things they had to ask.

"Aunt Y/n/n, why's the sky blue?"

"Aunt Y/n/n, when you were my age, did dinosaurs exist?"

"Aunt Y/n/n, are you mommy's sister?"

"Aunt Y/n/n, what is the meaning of life?"

You know, kid questions like that.

Y/n was at the park that afternoon taking care of her niece and nephew. They had played all afternoon, and now, Y/n was reading them a story as they rested their heads on her lap.

"And now her two sisters found her to be that beautiful lady they had seen at the ball," Y/n narrated. "They threw themselves at her feet to beg pardon for all their ill-treatment of her. Cinderella took them up, and, as she embraced them, said that she forgave them with all her heart, and begged them to love her always."

"Why did they mistreat her?" asked Thomas Jefferson, or Jeff, as they called him.

"Well because they were mean and rude," Y/n explained.

"I hate rude people," Anne Cary spoke.

"That makes two of us," Y/n told her.

"Three," Jeff intervened.

"Can I finish the book?" Y/n asked.

"Yes," both siblings said.

Y/n cleared her throat.

"She was conducted to the young Prince, dressed as she was," Y/n finished telling. "He thought her more charming than ever, and, a few days after, married her. Cinderella, who was as good as she was beautiful, gave her two sisters a home in the palace, and that very same day married them to two great lords of the Court. The end."

Anne Cary stood up. "She forgave them?"

"Yes."

"Just like that?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's not so realistic."

"And a fairy godmother is?"

"Well...no, but - I...oh come on!" Anne Cary struggled to find a straightforward way to explain her thoughts. "If my stepsisters bullied me for my whole life, even giving me a nickname due to my looks, I wouldn't forgive them if they asked me for forgiveness. Most especially not after I've become rich and famous!"

"Well, it's called being kind," Y/n spoke as she closed the book.

"Kindness has its limits."

Y/n chuckled.

"I mean, come on aunty." Anne Cary stood up. "If after you'd - what's Philip Hamilton's best friend's name?"

"David Jones," Y/n replied questioningly as she stood up.

"If after you'd married David Jones - not saying you will - if Philip Hamilton asked you for forgiveness so that he could hand out with his homie. Would you forgive him?"

"No."

"Exactamundo."

Y/n huffed, understanding her niece's point. As she turned to the picnic basket she potted Jeff eating a strawberry tartlet.