Andrew stands in front of his mirror, fixing his collar. His dark, curly hair is pulled back into a queue, as is mine. His tail, however, is a bit longer than mine.
"Are you excited, brother?" Andrew fixes his cufflinks, turning to me. His dark skin glows with the faint powder he has put on this evening.
I sigh, putting my sky blue coat on. "As excited as one can be, Andrew."
My brother clasps my shoulder, grabbing my jaw. "Elijah, you need to take a break, alright? We are in wartime, yes. But we have been given the opportunity to enjoy ourselves. Our mother is a general. If Piper Schuyler didn't want us to celebrate, she would have cut us down."
I only sigh again. Andrew turns from me, putting on his salmon-colored coat. He looks handsome as usual, but there is doubt in his eyes.
My pale skin and dark hair scream again my blue clothing and black eyes. I push a loose curl behind my ear.
"I will see you downstairs, Elijah." Andrew leaves the room, shutting the door a little too loudly as he doesGuests begin to arrive. Elijah, Andrew, and Maxwell Schuyler stand in blue, salmon, and yellow, respectively. We wait for men and women, soldiers and sergeants alike. Maxwell, who we dubbed Pluto, bounces on the balls of his feet. He is too excited to see beautiful Patriot women, much less than his older siblings.
A few minutes pass. Me and my brothers are beginning to become impatient. Floods and floods of guests enter after seven o'clock, which is the deadline for attendance, as stated by our father. However, I am very glad I waited.
She enters the room with such grace that I believe she is a ghost at first. Her long, curly red hair is pulled back into a queue. She stands beside a tall, bruting women who we know as Helene Mulligan. To her right, there is a tiny, baby-looking woman with freckles and light skin. The redhead is holding hands with the freckled creature.
I can't take my eyes off of the redhead as she moves into the room. Women have this odd, sixth sense, besides their usual taste, seeing, smell. They can tell when anyone is staring at them from any distance.
She caught my eye, and now she catches mine. She turns her head a little bit, staring just over the freckled woman's head. She smirks, her big blue eyes grinning widely. I nearly melt in my spot.
"Andrew," I turn to my older brother, leaning slightly. "Who is she?" I gesture in the young lady's direction.
"That's Colonel Alexandra Hamilton," Andrew chuckles, seeing the color in my cheeks. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"
"Quite," is all I can say in return. I swallow hard. "Should I ask her to dance?"
"One moment, brother. You mustn't rush into these things," the smirk on Andrew's face says it all, and he is shortening my fuse. He pats my shoulder in a mocking way. "I'll go talk to her. Then we'll see how it goes."
I whip my head around to my brother, grabbing his arm. "Andrew, I swear on the stars above-"
Andrew grabs my arm equally as hard. "Relax. I would never lead you astray, Elijah."
He walks over to the redhead. The freckled woman and Helene Mulligan disperse from Alexandra. Andrew takes Alexandra's hand, kissing it gently. They talk for a couple of moments, before Andrew points back at me. Oh dear Lord, save me on this night-
Instead of an embarrassed look, Alexandra makes direct eye contact with me. She smiles bright enough to light the room, doing the hanging lanterns and large banisters full of candles so much injustice.
Andrew holds his arm out to Alexandra, and they turn around towards me. I begin to panic. What will she say? What will I say? How do I not make a complete fool of myself-
"Good evening," Alexandra says, bobbing into a curtsy. I bow to her, showing the most amount of respect possible.
After I rise from my bow, Andrew detaches from Miss Alexandra. "Good evening, miss. Elijah Schuyler. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Schuyler?!" Alexandra turns to Andrew, and he nods.
"My brother."