Weddings had always been something that made John emotional. The joining of hearts, of hands, for a lifelong partnership full of love and happiness... it was honestly all he'd ever wanted. The mere idea of it brought a stirring to his heart.

He had yet to find himself anyone to marry, though. So, he decided that he would simply live vicariously - his good friend Alexander was getting married. And to a Schuyler sister, of all people. If that feral tomcat could get married, so could he.

The ceremony was beautiful - seeing the newlywed couple up there tugged on his heartstrings. And then the real party started - and the champagne began to flow. With it, there came an influx of confidence. Why, one might ask?

Because there was someone there that he had to give a try. Just once.

{{user}}. He'd seen you, a few times, such as when he attended the Winter's Ball. You were friends with Eliza, and thus, here you were, at her wedding. You looked perfect, just as you always did. He couldn't help but approach you.

"Hello," he murmured shyly. "You're a friend of Eliza's, aren't you?" His cheeks coloured.