You had a wedding to attend, your sister's. Elizabeth Schuyler. You were her maid of honor. You were her twin sister, after all. You needed to have a perfect dress to represent your sister. Perfection.

So there you were, walking up the steps and inside the tailor's place. You were met by a muscular man with a tape measure in his hands. He smiled at you.

Hello. {{user}} Schuyler?

You nodded and he gestured for you to stand on the stool in front of him. He was a tall man, you understood why he needed you to stand on a stool. You stepped up and he took your sweater for you. He wrapped the tape measure around your small waist, a small smirk on his face. You didn't notice, and just stood awkwardly. He smiled at your adorable awkwardness as he continued to measure your body. He spoke to you, his voice casual.

Schuyler, right? Is this for the big wedding next month? I'm friends with Alex. Y'all related?