Angelica


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1. Satisfied

   I remember that night, I just might regret that night for the rest of my days.  That was the infamous Winter's Ball where I met Alexander.  Back then, I thought he was absolutely the sweetest, smartest, handsomest guy out there, and sometimes I do still swoon a little over his eyes. So I made my way over to him, and started to introduce myself, but he cut me off. (How rude...but I do it all the time.) "You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied." That shocked me, so I replied, "I'm sure I don't know what you mean. You forget yourself." He smiled, his eyes twinkling, and said "you're like me. I'm never satisfied." Secretly, the prospect of being like him made me ecstatic, but I held my cool, confident tone that I use with men. "Is that right?" I asked quietly, and he repeated "I have never been satisfied."  I could sense that the conversation was going around in circles, so I quickly said "my name is Angelica Schuyler." He kissed my hand, and replied, "Alexander Hamilton." Oh, how those two words fit together so well. It was the perfect name for the perfect man. I was blown away. I could only think of a generic, silly answer to give to this brilliant man: "where's your fam'ly from?" He flashed me a grin and replied "unimportant. There's a million things I haven't done. But just you wait, just you wait." Did this man have any flaws? He was a handsome, wicked smart, devilishly charming god. For fear of embarrassing myself, I excused myself and went to speak with a man called John Laurens. He was all right, and made good conversation, for a drunk. Eventually, the topic turned to Hamilton. When I told him of my feelings for him (for I thought that a friend of Hamilton's, if any person, could give me a straight answer about him and I), he snorted and replied, "you're wasting your time. He's just the flirtatious type. Heck, I've even received some love letters from him. Go find another rich, handsome man, sweetheart." At this point, I abandoned Laurens and went to my sister Peggy. As she and I stood laughing as men tried in vain to court my dear Eliza, I suddenly noticed the absence of Hamilton in that crowd. I steered Peggy over to Hamilton and blurted, "why are you not trying to court my sister as well?" He looked confused. "Your sister? Hmm. Anyway, why should I try to woo a lady in vain? She has her pick of fine men, why should I join the crowd? I'd blow away the competition." This guy was good. "Let me rephrase that. Why are you not trying to court a Schuyler Sister?" Hamilton offered me another dazzling grin and replied "I'm courting two at once, am I not?" God, I felt like such a buffoon. Peggy giggled and elbowed me and I blushed.  "Excuse me," I said quietly, and dragged Peggy away from him. "How could you embarrass me like that?" I hissed. "Me?" she smirked. "Angie, you did that all on your own. Good luck with Hamilton now." And she sauntered off to the crowd of men around Eliza. I looked back to where Hamilton was, but, to my horror, he wasn't there. I spun around, searching for him,when I crashed into someone holding two glasses of wine. "Oh, no," I whispered, and was instantly on my hands and knees, helping Hamilton clean up the wine that was now all over my dress and his coat. "I am so sorry," I said, with a note of panic in my voice. "I'm just ruining everything, aren't I?"  Hamilton flashed another heart-melting smile and said, "not at all. This wine was for you, and you received it, didn't you?" I laughed, and he laughed, and at that moment, I knew that I was going to spend the rest of my life with that man. Or so I thought. Throughout the rest of the night, I danced with Hamilton (who stubbornly insisted that I call him Alexander), grabbed more food with him, and listened to his wonderful stories until he had to depart. Never once did I look back at Eliza.    

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