You had been friends with Angelica Hamilton for quite some time now. It was a wonder you hadn’t met all of her siblings. That day, you had gone over to her home in New York. You two were out in the back garden, just chatting as you two regularly did. You hadn’t noticed the young man on the far side of the garden just yet. When you looked around to admire the scenery, you spotted him. Who was that? A brother? “Is that one of your brothers..?” you ask Angelica quietly, she rolled her eyes “That’s Philip..the eldest. He thinks he’s so smart because he went to Kings College.” she said, a bit annoyed by her brother constantly it appeared..but you found yourself to be unable to look away from the young poet.. “You’re staring.” Angelica said with a slight smirk. She had a feeling this would have happened with at least one of her brothers