"1780- A Winter's Ball, and the Schuyler sisters are the envy of all." ~Aaron Burr, Act One

Philip Hamilton straightened his tie as he switched dancing partners. It was the annual Winter's Ball, and he was dancing with too many beautiful ladies to count. He swung into the next dance and switched from lady to lady. Eventually he spun around to find his good friend, Theodosia Burr, behind him. They immediately started dancing. "Well hello, Theodosia." He said, smiling. "Hello, Philip." She responded. They danced and danced, not noticing or caring when the music called for differing partners.

Aaron Burr watched from the back of the crowd. He looked over at his wife, who was having a rare batch of health. He leaned over and gently kissed her. Though it was stifling, she still shivered so hard her teeth chattered. He pulled her closer, forgetting the heat of the ballroom. "Just say the words and we can get out of here, my sweet Theo." But his wife shook her head. "No, no." She was staring at something on the dance floor. Burr followed her gaze and saw his daughter, cream gown flowing, dancing with Philip Hamilton. He looked helplessly at his wife. "They're in love, aren't they." It was barely a question.

"Yes." She nodded. "My room is right by the front door. I've heard then fall in love for months." She smiled. "He is quite the charming young man, you know."

Burr just shook his head sadly and smiled.

On the oppisite side of the dance floor, Eliza and Alexander sat side by side. Eliza, excited, embraced her husband. Alex was pleasantly surprised, but responded by leaning in towards her. She rested her head on his chest, and he lay his on top of her head. He then gave her a quick kiss.

"What's this all about, love?" He murmured, face now back in her hair.

"Our son." She softly replied.

Alex immediately straightened up and saw his son dancing with a strange, exotic, beautiful girl.

"Always playing with the ladies." He chuckled.

"No." She said thoughtfully. "No, there's something different about her."

Hamilton had barely had time to register this before he jumped slightly. "But- but that isn't young Miss Theodosia Burr?" He asked his wife frantically. She didn't even look before responding.

"Yes, darling."

Alex was up in a flash, darting over to the couple. His son immediately saw the danger and whispered into Theodosia's ear, "Rotate. Here comes my father." Luckily, the music called for a transition before Alexander reached him, and Theodosia had torn herself away. Philip, however, was being torn away from the crowd by his father, who led him into a side chamber and closed the door.

"What was that?" He asked angrily.

Philip shrugged. "I was dancing." He said evasively.

"Do you know who that is?" His voice was practically a bellow.

He looked his father straight in the eye.

"Yes, father. I was merely dancing with Miss Theodosia." He replied.

"Well, then," Hamilton shot back quickly, "you should know that you had been dancing quite past the turn!"

"Oh, were we?" His son replied vaguely. "Whoops." He then strode out of the room, slamming the door and leaving his father to brood. When he left the room, Philip was dancing again with Theodosia, this time to a slower, more romantic tune. He sighed and shook his head.

What am I going to do with him?