It was the year 1780, and you were attending a winter's ball, along with a few soldiers from the American revolutionary army, and a number of other people. You and your sisters, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy were in the center of attention, every man at the ball wanting at least one dance with you. One of the soldiers stepped in front of you. "May I have the next dance, miss?" He asked, gently kissing your hand. He had a sweet smile on his freckled face