Hey! I'm obsessed with this shows music so I thought I'd write a story about Lafayette's possible kid (because he kinda disappears from the story after act 1). Not historically accurate.
0; Discovery
03/03/2016AD
"Where did you say the portraits are?" Of course the discovery of new portraits of the Hamilton family of America's founding fathers was a great find. If not the greatest in modern American art history. No I'm kidding myself at that fact. Luckily the owners of the building called me as soon as they found them. So now I'm at their house ready to make an initial examination.
"They're in the attic, we carefully put the lid back on the crate as soon as we found them." The first member of the couple seems anxious; I guess wondering what other surprises their new home holds.
"Could you take me there?" I ask trying to calm his nerves at this stranger in his home.
"Of course, follow me." And he leads me up the stairs his boyfriend in tow.
As soon as I open the crate I'm greeted by the smells of oil and dust, yet the portraits seem to be in good condition. I carefully lay them out across the dust sheet covered floors to find out who we have. Alexander himself. His wife Elizabeth. Her sister Angelica. Eliza and Alexander's children, Angelica jr and Phillip. And...wait...this portrait looks different.
It's in a different style. Side on of the upper-body, with loosely styled bronze/ginger/red-golden hair accessorised with a cherry blossom flower. Pale skin and a nose splattered with well defined freckles, with full tea rose pink lips and wide green eyes. Her dress is pale blue and cut so the neckline is just below her collarbones. This is embellished by the forest green bow on her dress and her yellow pearl necklace. She's painted against a blossoming garden.
The frame shows no name plate. It's simple yet elegant. And as I turn it over to see if a name is on the back I read the words 'soeur d'honneur'. Honorary sister in French. and underneath it the name Karlotta.
"So what did you find?" I'm back at the arts lab at NYU talking to the chief restorations artist.
"You can look for yourself." I say gesturing to the crate. As he opens it his face lights up like a small child on Christmas. Five famous historical figures and the mysterious 'Karlotta'.
"Who is she?"
"I think her name is Karlotta. Her portrait was with the Hamilton's so she must've been close to them."
"Well I think you should find out who she is. If you find her you'll be paid half the what gallery pays for her portrait. But we should find out where she is from before we place her in gallery. Britain or France or Germany might want her."
I thank him and leave, a new job on my hands as he restores the oils to their former glory...
Kind of a bad ending but it was just set-up for the next chapter so please stick around.