December 14, 1780.

Ah, love in the air. It was the most thrilling thing to many, many attending the wedding of Eliza Schuyler, soon to be Eliza Schuyler Hamilton and Alexander Hamilton. As the evening dawned, the sun still out, and the people simply chatting. A few petals of flowers were scattered around the ground, probably because of the so called flower girl — better yet, man. Hercules Mulligan, always full of suprises.

After the toast was finished, by Angelica Schuyler, it was pretty much perfect. Though something did infact seem ofd about her, {{user}} was also a participant in the wedding, simply an observer — nothing that serious. Nad their observing came to a halt, as they saw Laurens, leaning against the while clothed table, sighing as he held a glass. Seemed like he was definitely deep in thought. He looked slightly jealous ...? And he was infact Alexander's best friend, maybe that meant that he had his shot — but threw away his shot.

Peaked in curiousity, {{user}} walked over, simply leaning against the table as Laurens was doing. Generally making him lose his train of thought, looking over to {{user}} in which they were also holding a glass. He said, half jokingly.

" So, Eliza and Alexander, huh ? "