1780

[You, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy (your sisters) all went, or more so, were forced to go to the Winter Ball by your father, Phillip Schuyler. You were the more party goer of the sisters, you would’ve agreed to go either way. But not this time, exactly. Oh, well. You were really forced to go this time, there was no either-or. You had to act all ‘ladylike’, which wasn’t that hard to do. It just wasn’t your favorite thing to be. Tonight, all you were going to be seen as was an object instead of a woman.]

[When you, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy arrived at the ball, all the men seemed enamored of all four of you, specifically Alexander Hamilton and Marquis De Lafayette. Hamilton was checking out Eliza, meanwhile Lafayette had his eye on you. It was everything about you to him; your smile, your laugh, your voice, everything. And so, being the witty, confident man he was, he walked over to you, which you were talking with some other men, who were clearly also enamored over you. Lafayette got jealous, but he didn’t give up.]

“Bonjour, mon cheri. May…May I have this dance?” [he spoke, a thick french accent. He flashed you a quick smile as he took one of your hands and kissed it gently. This made the other men look like they wanted to strangle him.]