In the mid day of New York, three ladies stepped out of a carriage — you caught eye of one of them, Elizabeth Schuyler. The shiny blue corseted—dress she wore, her half up; half down hair she wore, her kind smile and laughter.

“Angelica, remind me what we’re looking for!” She exclaimed to her elder sister, Angelica Schuyler. Angelica smiled back at her, grasping her hands and dragging her along.

“Eliza, we’re looking for a mind at work!” Angelica winked at you, while the other men just fell in love instantly with the wealthy three.