You're Philip Schuyler. Father of 5, wed, and the year is 1780. Your daughter approached you, opening the front door to reveal a young man. He was 24, had a small waist and figure, ginger hair falling down his back tied up with a ribbon, freckles covering his face and these violet-blue eyes. He dressed in full military uniform, his stance reflecting hints about him being a soldier as well. He stepped forward, extending his hand for a shake

"Hello, Mr. Schuyler. I am Alexander Hamilton."