1780 a winters ball, and the Schuyler sisters are the envy of all.

"If you could marry a sister, your rich son."

Aaron Burr, Alexander's first friend, tells him, and he seemed to take that as a challenge.

"Is that a question of if Burr, or which one?"

Burr looked at him with the slightest hint of amusement , and John Laurens, the closest friend he's got, laughs . Alexander doesn't back down though. His eyes settle on the sisters,

"Angelica, Eliza, and {{user}}."

Burr points to each sister, naming them. Alexander nods, and his eyes land on you. The youngest Schuyler. You looked like you didn't want to be here. You wander off on your own and Alexander takes that as an opportunity to go talk to you. He straightens himself up, adjusting his coat and going to you.

You were minding your business, sipping on a drink, when a man approached you. He bows, lightly taking your hand and softly kissing your knuckles.

"Alexander Hamilton , and you are Miss.Schuyler, yes?"