Thomgelica: Every letter

A toast to the groom

A/N - So, hopefully you've forgiven me a bit by now...

Anyhoo, where are you guys?

I've been looking at the stats map and I've got people in Turkey, the Philippines, Mexico, as well as Canada, the Uk and the US, so I'm interested to see who's where, plz comment :-)

Also, sorry for the really long wait, my friend (@CaptainBloodyRose) and I have been writing one-shots for each other that were published on/around Halloween, and I've recently discovered American Horror Story, so I've been obsessing over Evan Peters...

(2020 B here, wow that Evan Peters thing got weird very quickly...)

Love you all :)

B x

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Angelica's POV

The day of the wedding rolled around, and Eliza woke me up at the crack of dawn.

She was so excited, and I was happy for her.

Mostly happy.

Slightly jealous... but happy.

She looked so beautiful in her dress; It was silvery gold and covered in tiny swirls of beads, her hair piled elegantly on top of her head, with glittering diamond pins and some loose curls framing her face, her eyes shone and her mouth was turned up in a permanent smile.

The ceremony was beautiful, Mother cried, Father pretended not to.

Peggy was the bridesmaid, wearing primrose yellow.

At the reception, after the food had been cleared away, Alexander's best man, John Laurens (A very astute young abolitionist, who I'd had the pleasure of talking to throughout the night), stood up and made his speech, ending with:

"Now, give it up for the maid of honour, Angelica Schuyler!"

I stood up, gripping my champagne glass.

"A toast to the groom!" I spoke up, my words echoing around the vaulted room.

"To the bride! From your sister," with that, I looked down and took Peggy's hand, smiling as I said, "Who is always by your side!"

"To your union!", and some of Alexander's friends shouted out "To the revolution!"

"And the hope that you provide, may you always..."

I had realised a lot over the past few weeks.

I loved Thomas.

I still cared for Alexander, I probably always would, but it was more of a crush than the utterly crazy, head over heels love that he and Eliza shared.

And I had kinda only spent around 48 hours in his presence in total...

But Thomas, I loved.

I knew that now.

And I would do anything to get him back.

"Be satisfied."