This along with the other chapters will most likely have several historical inaccuracies. This is because I don't really want to write about what exactly happened, I just want to make this the way I want to.
This will have three chapters, the next one being in Angelica's point of view, and the third in Peggy's.
Credit to Wish The Hamilton Goddess for giving me this idea!
Enjoy!~
I was just standing there in the ballroom, keeping to myself. My sister was dazzling the room with her stunning gown and her perfect smile, I was almost sure that every man in the room with looking in her direction. I wasn't sure about today, I wasn't really sure about anything. I felt weird and my dress felt uncomfortable. I didn't look purely beautiful like my sister Angelica, or simply adorable like my sister Peggy. I just looked like me, Elizabeth Schuyler.
Though I longed to have Angelica's lovely features, or Peggy's outstanding hair, I just looked plain. I just looked like me. But I never really had a huge problem with it, I didn't really mind the fact that everyone was looking at Angelica, because I knew that the men that wanted to marry my sisters and I all wanted it for the money.
I looked around, everyone was dancing at the band's top volume. There had been several men that had previously walked up to me, after all, I was a Schuyler sister. But I'd found a way to get away from them all, I simply wasn't interested. I wasn't having the least bit of fun, but I tried to remain positive.
But when I saw a certain man walk in, I froze.
He looked...different. He didn't immediately start looking for a woman to speak with, he looked like he felt awkward- like me. In fact, he was talking with his friends instead, and when he was laughing with them I felt my heart race. His smile was perfect. At that moment, I knew that I had to speak with him.
I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Angelica smiling at me. "How are you holding up, Eliza?"
"I'm doing fine," I responded.
"You sure look like you aren't having too much fun," Angelica commented, her smile turning into more of a big grin.
"Well I can't quite say that I'm having a blast." I sighed, and Angelica put her arm around me.
"Hey, don't get all down on me. Something's bound to happen tonight, it's New York! You just gotta wait for it," Angelica told me.
"I will." I forced myself to smile a bit. Then, my curiosity got the best of me. "Do you happen to know who he is?" I asked, pointing at the man I was watching before.
"No," Angelica said. "I don't, in fact, I've never seen him before. But he looks nice." Angelica seemed just as interested in him as I was, and I gave her a playful nudge.
"Hey, this one's mine," I told her, grinning.
"Fine." Angelica was smiling back. "But I get to talk to him first." Before I could object, Angelica was making her way over to the man and his friends. I sighed. I'm through, aren't I?
I wanted to listen to them, but it was their own conversation, and I would never eavesdrop on Angelica. So I kept my distance, but still watched the two. They seemed deep in conversation, and suddenly I felt my face grow hot. What if Angelica liked him? If she did, I would never get in the way of Angelica's love life. But at the same time, I longed to know him as well.
After what seemed like forever, Angelica walked back over to me, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the man come along with her. I curtseyed as he walked up to me. "Elizabeth Schuyler," I introduced myself. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Schuyler?" he asked, glancing at Angelica.
"My sister," Angelica told him.
"Ah," the man commented, looking at me. "Alexander Hamilton." He bent over and kissed my hand, and I could swear my heart was malfunctioning at this point.
"I'll leave you to it," Angelica told us, walking away. I'll definitely have to thank her.
"How are you?" Alexander asked me.
"I'm doing well," I responded. "How might you be?"
"Good, good," Alexander murmured, glancing off, staring at his friends as if he were panicking. Is he okay? I didn't want to, but I knew I had to say it.
"Are you okay? You seem...panicked," I told him. He froze, and looked at me as if I were dying.
"I apologize if I seem so," he told me. "I truly am doing good, I suppose my mind was wandering off. It tends to do that sometimes, and I'm sorry, my attention is yours." My heart fluttered as he finished his last sentence. I'd known him for about three minutes and I felt as if he'd already taken my heart for his.
"It's nothing to apologize for." I couldn't help but have a slight smile across my face, it was his fault for making me feel so damn happy.
"You're smile is stunning," he commented, almost as if he was talking to himself. He shook his head, and reached his hand over to mine as the band began to play a new song. "May I have this dance, Elizabeth?"
A full on smile made it's way on my face as I held his hand. "Why, yes you may." We made our way onto the dance floor, and moved to the rhythm of them music. I looked over my shoulder for a second and saw Angelica and Peggy staring at me with huge grins on their faces, giggling to each other. I felt my cheeks blush and turned back around to Alexander, who was staring into my eyes. Out of all the the things I wished for as a little child, I wanted this more than I ever wanted a new doll back then: For the night to never end.
Suddenly, Alexander pulled us to the side, away from the other dancing couples.
"Why don't we get a drink?" he suggested.
"Of course," I agreed, but as I turned around, I saw two men run up to Alexander.
"Who's the lady?" one of the men asked Alexander, chuckling.
"Elizabeth Schuyler," I introduced myself to the two men.
"Isn't she a beauty?" the other man asked Alexander, nudging him. Alexander was blushing very hard at that point.
"Yes, she is lovely," Alexander muttered, looking away.
"Ay, I'm Hercules Mulligan," the first man told me, and I shook his hand.
"John Laurens," the second man introduced himself, holding a drink. "Now, how long have you two known each other? Now even if you two just met, remember, it's never too early to marry."
"Laurens!" Alexander exclaimed, giving John a shove. John held onto his smug grin and he turned away, protecting his drink.
"Now now, let's not force them to settle down until we truly know to meant to be. Or, in Alexander's case, if she can stand his presence," Hercules snickered.
"C'mon, guys! Go away!" Alexander whined, though it seemed more as if he was begging.
"Why wouldn't I be able to stand him? He's very nice," I told them.
"Well, you see-" John began.
"Shut up!" Alexander shoved him again. John's drink slipped out of his hand, and the glass broke on the floor, and he gave Alexander a look that said: After this, you're dead.
"Alexander is what we call a workaholic," Hercules explained. "He works day and night, and doesn't pay attention to much else besides the revolution. But hey, you seem like a nice lady, maybe you'll stick around for him."
"Seriously guys," Alexander whined. I had to admit, he looked cute when he whined. Almost as adorable as Peggy.
"You both seem nice." I laughed, reaching out for Lauren's hand to shake.
"You haven't seen half of them," Alexander sighed.
"Come on Alex, tell 'er how great we are," John urged him. "Maybe if you're not looking to marry, I'll take her."
"Oh please, everyone knows you'd rather marry a turtle than a woman." Hercules rolled his eyes.
"First of all, lies. Second of all, there's nothing wrong with marrying a turtle, actually. Love is love," John hissed.
"You need to lay off the alcohol for awhile," Alexander muttered, staring proudly at the shattered glass on the floor that he had previously broken.
"Probably," John murmured, leaning against Hercules. I couldn't help but laugh, and Alexander grabbed my arm.
"Don't mind them, never mind, let's just go talk," he sighed. I nodded and followed him over to a few chairs where we sat.
"They're weird friends, but I guess they're my friends," Alexander said, smiling.
"They were definitely interesting." I chuckled.
"You know, you looked beautiful dancing." Alexander was looking in another direction, as if he was trying to avoid my eyes. For the first time that night, a man had called me beautiful like he actually meant it, like he wasn't just trying to fill his wallet.
"Really?" I asked, shocked.
"Not just beautiful, you were the beauty off the ballroom," Alexander told me, this time staring into my eyes. "I really mean it, Elizabeth."
"Eliza," I whispered.
"Hm?" he asked.
"Call me Eliza," I told him.
Alexander nodded, smiling. "Call me Alex, Alexander is simply too long."
"Do you have any siblings?" I asked him, trying to spark a conversation.
"No, I'm afraid that I'm an only child. Do you? Besides Angelica, of course."
"I have a little sister, Peggy," I informed him. Then, an idea hit me. "In fact, Peggy is actually here at the ball. I'm not sure if you're interested, but I'm sure she'd love to meet you." Perhaps if Alexander knows more of family, then- well, then maybe we can be closer.
"I'd love to," Alexander offered.
"Let's go." I stood up, and brushed off my dress. I led him around the ballroom, I myself was searching for Peggy. Eventually I saw her sitting with a man. "I'm not sure if I should disturb-" I began, but Alexander ran over to the two.
"Lafayette?" Alexander looked shocked.
"Who's Lafayette?" I asked, making my way over to Peggy, Alexander, and the man.
"Eliza? What are you doing here?" Peggy asked looking slightly embarrassed.
"I just wanted to introduce you to Alexander," I responded, motioning my hand towards Alex.
"Alexander Hamilton." He bowed.
"Peggy Schuyler." Peggy stood up and curtseyed. "Eliza, this is Laf- Marquis de Lafayette."
"It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," Lafayette said in a very strange accent.
"He's from France," Peggy added.
Alexander and I exchanged glances, and Lafayette gave Alexander a sheepish grin. Suddenly, Alexander checked his watch. "Oh dear, it's getting late," he muttered.
"Don't tell me you're leaving," I told him.
"I apologize my dearest Elizabeth, but I must leave," he told her. "But I simply must meet you again, you brought me much joy tonight. I promise to write to you."
"Goodbye, Alexander. Thank you for your service." I reached over and hugged him, my wish didn't come true after all.
"If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it."
As he walked away, I recalled him saying "My dearest Elizabeth". I sighed, and pressed my eyelids together. The night might not have lasted forever, but I was sure that the memory would. I had never felt so lovestruck in my life. So happy, so joyful, so...helpless.