[fyi same sex marriage isn't a problem here :)]

Oh god, this is where everything will change. Your and Eliza's future rests on this discussion.

You were asking Eliza's father, Philip Schuyler, for permission to marry her while she and her sisters snooped from outside of the room. You tried your best (and failed) to look calm and collected. Your palms were sweaty as you felt as if you might hurl right then and there.

You stood there with your best pair of clothes on while he was sat on the other side of the room. He looked as to be in deep thought. He got up after a bit and walked to you. Eliza panicked from around the corner. She was sure your relationship was through.

All worry was washed away when he grabbed your hand, shook it, and said, "Be true."

You smiled, turning to look towards the doorway where all the sister's heads were peaking out, Eliza's smile outshining all of them.