Chapter 3

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Jefferson raised his eyebrows at the sight of confident and put together(who was he kidding that man is a miniature wreck) Hamilton on his knees(OK not really but you get the point) begging to sort something out over dinner.

"We'll see." He smirked knowing Hamilton hated waiting but was too desperate to say no.

Jefferson approached Madison and said,

"I know you hate him, but let's hear what he had to say!"

And soon it was all set, he arranged the meeting, he arranged the menu, the venue, the seating.

I had to use the lyrics I'm sorry lmao

And soon the three men were situated around a table with 3 plates of... Mac'n'cheese? Madison just sighed and grimaced in disgust while Hamilton(surprisingly) tried very hard to keep his mouth shut and just tolerate it for just one dinner.

After 20 minutes of small talk the long awaited conversation happened.

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The three politicians walked out of the the now opened sleek wooden doors while Burr lurked at the side, buzzing with curiousity.

The two southerners chuckled at the sight of Burr asking Hamilton a load of questions and Hamilton just standing bewildered at Burr's unusually energetic words.

Boy did they know what storm was coming their way.

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"YOU WHAT!?" Peggy roared, Red in the face from anger.

"We just accepted his deal, that's all." Lafayette shrugged

"WE'RE SUPPOSED TO RUIN HIS LIFE NOT MAKE HIS LIFE BETTER!" Peggy screamed, her usual cool and calm posture had warped into a raging screaming banshee.

"Look, Peggy, if anything this is good." Mulligan assured the woman. Who simply raised her eyebrows in response.

Mulligan ignored Peggy's usual sassy response and continued on.

"If anything, this sends him into a false sense of security." This made Peggy stop and think.

After a minute or so of silence Peggy reluctantly hummed in agreement.

"I suppose. Besides, we can't undo what has been done."

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Upstate in Albany, at the Schuyler residence, two certain sisters sat in silence in their younger sister's former room.

"I can't believe she didn't come." Eliza whispered almost too quietly, but Angelica heard.

"Are you sure the letter was delivered?" Angelica asked, hopeful that it was just a mistake.

"She answered back, refusing the offer, Annie, she definitely got it." this immediately lowered the older woman's spirits.

"Ever since she eloped with that man we haven't seen her once." Tears started to role down Angelica's face. Eliza hugged her elder sister, not sure what else she could do.

That was what it was like for a while, the two sisters sitting on the bed in each other's embrace, missing their sunny younger sister.

Meanwhile in a small cottage just outside New York sat a lonely bitter woman as she read through the letter her sister sent her a few weeks ago.

(Well, not exactly 'sent' per say. More like, told the post man to send it to Peggy Schuyler as she didn't know where she lived. It worked anyway because Peggy was actually good friends with that particular post man and was invited over for tea a lot.)

She had lied, to both Lafayette and Mulligan and her family. She was invited upstate, she was always remembered by her family and she wasn't married.

She had lied to all of them, but for what? Because her family certainly remembered her. Peggy's sassy and obnoxious personality was the talk of the town. So why?

It was jealousy. Pure jealousy. She was jealous that her sisters didn't lose the love of their lives to the cruel war. Her dear John, so young and so dear to her.

She had lied the whole way through the plan over something so trivial. She was too filled with grief and jealousy to realise what horrible things she had done, forced her friends to pretend to hate their friend, she even seduced her sister's husband!

She felt a cruel kind of contentment over what she had done but, deep down, she felt guilty. Guilt for her cruelty.

Peggy shook those thoughts away and read over the paper again, soon her eyes wandered over to the sizzling fire in the fireplace. She walked over to it, thinking about burning the letter, but something stopped her. Something she didn't know how to explain but listened to anyway.

She put the letter back where it belonged.

But soon, the cruelty will come to a stop, and so will the plan.

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR SO LONG. I JUST DIDN'T HAVE THE MOTIVATION

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