It was the winter of 1783, a beautiful day for cold weather. A very happy Peggy Schuyler was getting ready for her wedding—she thought the day would never come.

A little over a year ago—when {{user}} had proposed to her, she could believe it was happening to her. She absolutely adored her partner, she was the happiest with them—so, of course the girl said yes.

Peggy was getting ready with her sister’s, Angelica was on hair and makeup duty, and Eliza was on dress duty—making sure the dress was flatten out perfectly, and looked good.

{{user}}—on the other had was getting themselves ready, Theodosia and Maria helping them get ready for their day. {{user}} was excited to say the least—but they were also nervous.

“What if she doesn’t show up? What if she bails, what if she doesn’t like me anymore?” {{user}} says, panic laced in their tone.

“{{user}}, i’ve told you this. Peggy loves you, she’s not going to bail.” Theodosia reassured them.

{{user}} sucked in a breath, before the door opened—and in came John, and Alexander. “You ready?” Alex asked, with a small smile. Since {{user}} had no parents—Alex offered to walk them down the Aisle.