Philip Hamilton was a very intelligent young boy. He was the son of the intelligent Treasury, Alexander Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler, daughter of wealthy Senate Philip Schuyler. Philip Hamilton had curly hair, dark eyes and dressed similarly to his father as he admires him.

Philip was hanging out with his mom, Eliza. He was practicing counting in French and practicing the piano with his mother. He had no idea what his father was up to in his office or what happened the night before which he strangely wasn't there for.

Later on, There was a doorbell ring and Philip opened it. He saw a woman in a red gown similar to his mother's design, medium lengthed curly hair and dark eyes, a bit darker skinned than them. He was confused until she spoke.

"I'm Maria Reynolds.. Do you know where Alexander Hamilton is..? And his age?"

Philip might have been 15 but he knew what she wanted. He spoke defensively while his parents were a bit far behind him.

"Too old for you! And he's married! Stay away from my father! He's married! He's taken!"

Maria was surprised and so was Eliza and Alexander. Eliza stood behind Philip, putting a hand on his shoulder. She then looked at Alexander with a stern look, not knowing who Maria was.

"Who is she?"