My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Twenty-Two •

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Albany.

A lovely town it was, a change from those all too familiar streets downstate. The weather was no different, it seemed to always be at perfect temperatures. It was much more quieter upstate, people always walking the streets exchanging words with one another. How word traveled quickly there, perhaps too fast. Now that frightened [Your Name], one wrong step, one word spoken incorrectly would be the talk for days it seemed. She was not used to such thing, only being able to thrive behind closed doors in fear of someone catching a mistake. That fact was made rather obvious, making her stick out from the crowd of social elite.

A porcelain cup was pressed against her lips, heated by the tea inside. Her fingers wrapped around the small handle, her other hand around James. She watched with admiration as Elizabeth taught piano to the two older children, it was something she could never properly do as she was never taught anything besides the basics of the instrument. She observed the trio's fingers glide along the keys with such ease, James seemed to be captured by the sound too. Those large eyes fixated on the instrument, small mouth agape as if it were a bewitching siren song.

She slowly removed the cup from her mouth, setting it carefully on the small table beside her. Her weightless hand move towards the child, placing him upon the many skirts of her gown that blanketed her lap. A divine feeling filled her as she continued to watch, however it was obvious there was emptiness without Alexander. Although departing angrily, she truly did love him as he did her. His well-being was far more important than her own, how much he'd changed. It seemed almost impossible, but each passing day, his rich brown eyes grew more and more tired. How much it pained her to look in his eyes knowing there was nothing to convince him, she was helpless.

The sensation of a warm hand upon [Your Name]'s shoulder came into light as she left her thoughts, she slowly glanced behind to see the owner of the hand. A small smile graces her expression as she finds Margarita, a well-worn grin gracing her features. With that, there was also an urging in the woman's eyes which caused her to stand from her seat, child going to her hip. They walked throughout the many corridors of the large estate, eventually into the vacant room where Margarita slept.

"Your mind is still on him, isn't it?"

"I— I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Margarita."

"It's clear as day what I intend. I think for once, you should spend some time thinking of yourself."

"How I wish it were as easy as you make it seem."

A soft sigh escaped her lips as her gaze flicked down, this earned her a brief pout from Margarita before she returned to her almost everlasting joyful state. A glint in her eyes as she came up with something, she extended her hands taking James from [Your Name] grasp. She grinned before speaking.

"Leave the children with Elizabeth and Angelica, we'll browse around the store!"

"I couldn't possibly place you to watch four children! You've done so much already."

"Nonsense. We're going and that's final, nothing you say will convince me otherwise."

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The sound of heels where all around, parasols of all colors in the hand's of the women. Curiosity was obvious in her [Eye color] hues as the suns ray caused a glint in them. She looked through the windows of the many stores they passed as Margarita, who held a rather tight grip on her hand, pressed forward. Their destination, that was unknown to her but she followed anyway. It wouldn't be very pleasant not to follow or protest. There was little said about the place other than that it'd be a small boutique.

She assured her before departing it'd be close by, however it was clear to see that statement was a lie. It seemed like they went on for quite awhile, a pain it would be to make the way back to the estate with such distance. Margarita seemed to begin to pick up pace causing her to slightly stumble forward, quickly composing herself as they pressed forward. Eventually they reach the said boutique, entering almost immediately. There were wooden mannequins everywhere, adorned with dress made with all kinds of fabrics.

Curious eyes move around at the gowns as [Your Name] is guided though the store, a hand lightly grazing their fabrics as she passed. She was stopped by Margarita coming to a sudden halt, her head quickly turning to face her. A familiar grin was worn on her expression, one she knew all too well. She'd found something that peaked her interest. A bundle of fabric was shoved to her chest, her friend subtly indicating to look at it.

"Well?"

"It's lovely. It'll look wonderful on you, Margarita."

"Me? Please, it's for you!"

"Margarita—"

"You should already know protesting will not make me change my mind, I've decided on it."

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[ Brief explanation on the recent delay on updating: This girl has a new job and is doing training for the next few weeks. ]