OK so, here's my first ever story, hopefully it's not too bad. The first chapter is kind of short but the second chapter is longer. Some of the dialogue is from Hamilton songs, some is not. Enjoy! Also, I wasn't sure what to rate this so if it's wrong just let me know. (:
Chapter 1
"Come on, Angelica! It'll be fun!" Peggy's pleading eyes and hopeful tone threw futile punches at Angelica's iron defense. She had made up her mind- she wasn't going to attend the ball tonight. She shook her head at Peggy, who frowned and continued begging in response. Behind Peggy, a servant girl twisted her chestnut hair into elaborate curls and pinned them against her scalp. Peggy was wearing a shocking yellow gown that framed her slim figure and accented her curves. She glowed with the type of beauty that crept up behind people and surprised them with its authenticity. Peggy was the smallest of the sisters, but she was the bravest
"Angel? Where's your dress?" Eliza floated through the door, her sky-blue dress drawing even the servant's attention. It was bouncy and light at the same time, and offered a concise summary of Eliza's innocent personality. Eliza was sweet, elegant, and kind- the perfect model sister. Her thin chocolate-colored hair rested on her shoulders and was half pulled up in a moderate updo, framing her bright eyes set in a heart-shaped face. Eliza was beautiful, though she didn't know it. The three of them all were, in their different ways. Peggy glowed , Eliza radiated, and Angelica shone. They all dazzled the room at any ball, but today Angelica wasn't going to be attracting any unwanted gazes at the dance.
"I'm not going," Angelica said flatly, unable to look Eliza in the eyes.
Eliza's eyes widened and she gripped Angelica's shoulder, "Angelica Schuyler Church! Put on your gown this instant!" Angelica winced at the out of place "Church" tacked on at the end of her given name, but remained adamant to her plan to stay home. "You're going to this ball, and there's nothing you can do about it." Eliza added on and turned to the servant to ask her to fetch Angelica's dress. She nodded and slipped down the corridor to Angelica's room.
When she returned, Angelica stood up, fully intending to refuse the dress. But looking at Eliza and Peggy's pleading faces and the tragically beautiful gown brought by the servant, she instead allowed herself to don the dress over her bustle. It was a light pink color, thick, and velvety. The very act of wearing such a beautiful garment seemed wrong to Angelica, but the dress was perfect for her. It hugged her hips and flowed down her legs to collect on the floor around her ankles.
"Oh, Angel," Peggy whispered,"You're beautiful." Eliza smiled in awe as Angelica turned a full circle in the amazing gown. In that instant, Angelica made her mind up. She would attend the ball after all.