Angelica's POV
He smiled kindly when I answered the door. Eliza ran downstairs and greeted him with a hug, completely ignoring his bloodied uniform.
"Alexander! You made it!" she cried.
"Of course I made it. I would never miss this for the world." Hamilton said as he returned her embrace.
"Eliza can I speak to you? Alone." I took her to my bedroom to clean her up.
"What is it?" she asked after I helped her change into a nicer and not bloodied dress.
"Be careful with that one love, he'll do what it takes to survive." I told her.
"What do you mean?! He's nice and father approves of him! Do you like him Angelica?" She asks.
"No. I just don't want to see you get hurt." I say. "Here you look presentable." I braid her hair off to the side and tie it off with a sky blue ribbon that matches her dress. "Now go see him."
Alexander's POV
I looked back while Mr. Schuyler was getting the food from the kitchen. Eliza was pacing the floors and I felt a sudden pang of guilt. She shouldn't be stressing, I should be! I looked up at Phillip Schuyler and smiled a little. He returned the gesture with his own smile.
"So what are your plans for my daughter?" He asks me over the meal.
"I want to make her not feel helpless. I want to move into a little place in Harlem and figure things out as we go. As long as I'm alive she will never feel helpless again." I say. He nods and I suddenly feel extremely nervous.
I feel Eliza's eyes on me and I know I have to help her. She never needs to feel helpless again.
Suddenly Mr. Schuyler stood and walked over to me. I hear Eliza take in a deep breath.
He grasps my shoulder and says "Be true. It's all I ask."
I stand up and turn to Eliza, her eyes wide. I decide to sing for her, to make her feel calm and less helpless.
"Eliza, I don't have a dollar to my nameAn acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fameAll I have's my honor, a tolerance for painA couple of college credits and my top-notch brain" I say. She seems delighted so I decide to sing one more line.
"And as long as I'm alive, Eliza, swear to GodYou'll never feel so helpless"She starts crying and I'm afraid I messed up and pull her into a tight hug. While her chin rests on my shoulder I hear her whispering...
"I do. I do I do I do..." She keeps repeating.
"Oh Eliza... You'll never feel helpless again." I whisper to her as I run my fingers through her hair. "Oh my Eliza... I promise..."
~~~Eliza's POV
Angelica took me to Hurcules's shop to get a new gown. An off-white color with faint blue stitching ends up being the design. Angelica washes up her and Peggy's dresses and we start doing my hair.
We arranged the wedding for a week later. No battles were arranged so all of Alexander's four friends can come.
After the wedding - which Mulligan was the flower man for! - we had a beautiful reception.
"Alright alright! Let's give it up for the maid of honor, Angelica Schuyler!" John Laurens, Alexander's best man, said slightly drunken.
"A toast to the groom." Angelica paused to let the applause die down. "To the bride" yet another pause. "To your union." she said tipping her head to Alexander and his friends.
"To the revolution!" they shout in unison.
"And the hope they're provide. And I hope you may always be satisfied." she eyed Alex and sat down as a wave of applause flooded the room.
"The boys seem to be having fun." Angelica says to me and I look over. Alexander, John, Mulligan, and Lafayette were laughing at Burr and his new lady.
"You are the worst Burr!" Lafayette says and gives him a hug like they are old pals.
"Elizabeth!" George Washington walks up to our table.
"Yes Mr. Washington?" I ask.
"Alexander has to leave tomorrow night for the war. We had an unexpected turn of events and I will need his assistance." he explains.
"Of course. At least my father prepaid for our home in Harlem. I'll let him know tomorrow when he's not drunken..." I trail off wondering if I said too much.
"Thank you. He deserves to enjoy himself." He leaves and I sigh. My husband of about two hours is leaving tomorrow!
