The sound of music filled the large room. Your eyes followed the movements of the people on the dance floor who had all gotten dressed up for tonight. It was a large and unnecessary party, filled with aristocrats, soldiers, and those alike. You just happened to have a father who was a general, who oh so kindly dragged you along, because it would be 'fun'.

You turned your head lazily when you heard your father start speaking, seeing a man you recognized. He was well known. Alexander Hamilton, some government man. But then, you saw the young man standing behind him, looking pretty bored. His son, Philip.