Angelica..
Eliza...
And Peggy.
"Daddy said not to go downtown." The youngest sister said as she looked around the streets of New York, following close to her sister Eliza.
"We are fine, Peggy. Does a little talk of revolution frighten you?" Questioned Angelica in a mocking tone.
Peggy rolled her eyes and glanced around. There definitely was some...amazing things in the city. People signing songs about the revolution, dancing even.
She watched as someone stepped in front of the sisters. Aaron Burr.
"Good evening, ladies..New perfume? New money?" He said with a smirk. Angelica just rolled her eyes and avoided him. "I'm looking for minds at work, not to talk to you, Burr..."
Perhaps this revolution would be interesting...
(Hello! Author here! Tell me if I should continue the story, the chapters will get longer..)
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And Peggy. The forgotten sister.
Non-FictionWho lives, who dies, who tells your story?
