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Chapter Eleven

Lucy danced into her home. She felt as though she was flouting on the air. Alex was the only thing she could think about. She loved him. The thought of Alex made her want to echappé all day. Lucy didn't care who saw her or what happened. At least she had that hope built up inside of her.

"Well, wait happened?" asked Pasty, coming down the stairs.

"Oh, Pasty, I fell in love!" Lucy exclaimed. She ran to her sister, grabbed her hands, and started skipping around with her.

Pasty only laughed. "Was he at the party? I want to hear everything!"

The sisters took a seat on the sofa in front of them. They still clasped hands. Pasty knew that her little sister had never been this happy in her life.

"Well, I didn't exactly meet him at the party," said Lucy before telling her sister the rest of the story.

"So what's Alex's last name?"

Lucy hadn't thought that her sister would ask her that. Of course, she would! Pasty wasn't stupid. Before Lucy had time to make up a lie, she blurted out,

"Hamilton! Alexander Hamilton's son!"

She looked to her sister to see how angry she was. Instead of the intense anger that Lucy was expecting, Pasty looked shocked. As if someone had just told her that America was becoming a monarchy again. Lucy was sure that this was much of a bigger deal than is America was changing it's government system.

"Please don't tell Papa!" Lucy whispered before Pasty would say anything.

"Um. I don't even know what to say… But-"

"Pasty, do this for me. Don't tell Papa. Please, big sister."

Her sister drew in a breath. "All right, Lucy. I won't tell."

Thomas came into the room with a wide smile on his face. He swung his cane around before nearing his daughters.

"Speaking of the devil," Pasty joked, making Lucy laugh out loud.

"So what'd I miss? Having a bit of woman-to-woman here?" said Thomas. He scanned Lucy over. "You seem different. Just like your mother when she met me."

His daughters chuckled at the joke.

"Well, as a matter of a fact, Papa, I did meet someone tonight," Lucy answered.

Thomas took a seat on the sofa, too. It was a bit tight with the three of them on it. He pointed his cane outward and rested both hands on it. The sight made Lucy start giggling again.

"Tell me all about him. Gotta make sure he's good enough for you, bèbe," Thomas replied.

Lucy repeated the story of how she met Alex for the third time that night. But she couldn't get sick of it. Not ill of him either.

"What did you say his name was?" questioned her father after he heard the story.

"Alexander Hamilton?"

Her statement made Thomas laugh. "You know he's married, right? I doubt he'd risk another affair."

"No, his son. Alex Hamilton."

This was his reaction Lucy had anticipated. Thomas clenched his hands tighter on his cane. His lips tightened so tight, Lucy was afraid they would come off. He jumped up from his seat, almost slipping on the way.

"YOU WHAT?!" her father screamed, "He's a Hamilton! Do you know what he'll do to you?! Just look at his father! Do you want what happened to John Harris happen again?! You know how much that hurt! Not just you, but it felt like someone had stabbed your sister and I! No. You're not seeing him anymore. I can't let that happen again."

An ocean of tears starting falling down Lucy's face. But she was going to win this fight. Even though she had only met Alex once, she had to see him again. To prove to her father that she truly did love him.

"Alex would never do that to me!" Lucy fought back. Rising from her seat.

"You how he told you that that child was his own?"

"Yes, because his wife-"

"Alex isn't married."

"What?"

Now Lucy was confused. He had lied to her? About that child being his own? Alex wouldn't do that. But now Lucy wasn't sure. She had only met him once. That wasn't enough to know that Alex wouldn't fib to her.

Thomas cleared his voice. "Hamilton, the older one, tells me about his kids all the time. He's informed me that his eldest child, Philip was married, to a Burr, too, and recently their daughter was born. Alex, however, recently stopped courting his last girl." This was the only time all that Hamilton family trivia would pay off.

"Oh." Lucy couldn't think of anything else to say. All feeling had left her. Pasty rose from the couch. She whispered something to her father before guiding Lucy to her room.

Lucy didn't pay much attention. She was still heartbroken.

So, I decided to turn the tables around and see how Thomas would react.

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