~Best of wives. Best of women.~

~chapter 23~

The sun cast on its rays over the buzzing and influential city of Philadelphia, the heart of the recently independent country. Home to politics, economics, and inspirational ideals. The thriving city is characterized most notably by its cobblestone streets, brick buildings, its busy pedestrians, and most importantly, its political elite-ness.

Serving as the country's capital, centered by the independence hall where the declaration of independence was once signed, and where the constitution began its creation. Circling the hall stood offices, the workplace of some of the most important men in the lively city, thriving businesses and bakeries that kept the capital's economics running, and residences, home to people who were blessed with the opportunity of experiencing the history happening in Philadelphia.

In close proximity to the independence hall, just a short walk down chestnut street, stood the congress hall. A wooden building that serves under, well, congress. It is the primary place for the U.S senate and house of representatives to host significant meetings, debates, and to express their sometimes problematic opinions.

In this building men of different backgrounds regularly reunited, all with the gift of offering something different to the government.

All with different political beliefs.

some with many, some with none.

Adjusting the papers in his arm, a rather young man walked confidently down the congress hallways, his keen and intelligent mind having the entire building mapped out. Betsey Ross' flags, which were draped on the walls, occasionally brushed against his broad shoulders, a symbolic pat for the bright man.

"Pardon me, Aaron Burr, sir?"

"Yes?" The man turned to face the younger gentleman who called out his name, his youth a strange sight in a building filled with men well into their 30s, 40s, 50s, and even 60s.

"The Senates are at the top."

Aaron Burr, senator of New York a graduate of Princeton college, an orphan with the self oath to carry on his parents legacy. A politician, lawyer, soldier, and now senator, the man was destined for a promising name on history's textbooks.

His lips curled up in a charming smile, exuding charisma that drew people of all kinds in almost effortlessly.

"I know, thank you, sir."

He continued his walk with a certain pep, the rhythmic sound of his heels clicking on the hard wooden floor was audible as he made his way towards the stairs.

He bowed his head respectfully to each passing man in spite of their positions, ages, or the power they held over or below him.

He made it to the top of the stairs and walked over to the senate chamber, pushing open the grand doors, spotting the familiar and unfamiliar faces of other senators who traveled a far distance from their homes to attend meetings, just like he had. Their patronizing voices echoed off the room's walls. He made his way over to the long table they circled. He adjusted his blazer and cleared his throat, preparing himself, mentally reciting the speeches he had written a week prior.

He sat across and besides important men, some whose power was out of his reach, just like he had many times before. Though, not once did he feel inferior. He wasn't full of himself, he didn't think he was better than them in any way, he just knew his worth. He knew what he had to offer and what he did not, and he was mindful of that.

They were all given the chance to give their speeches, and after that they were all given the voices to debate, and as he debated with the men that surrounded him, eloquence seeped through his voice.