"Alright, alright, that's what I'm talkin' about. Now everyone give it up for the maid of honor, Angelica Schuyler."
"A Toast To The Groom..." Angelica began as she lifted a glass up with a smile.
To the groom, to the groom, to the groom, to the groom,
"To The Bride..."
To the bride, to the bride, to the bride, to the bride.
"From your sister,"
Angelica, Angelica, Angelica.
"Who is always by your side."
By your side, by your side.
"To your union."
To the union, to the revolution!
"And the hope that you provide."
Provide, provide.
"May you always,"
Always.
"Be satisfied." Her eyes glazed over and she just stood there and stared blankly into space.
"Ummmmm, are you alright?" Peggy whispered to her sister.
"What's going on?" Alexander whispered to Eliza.
"I'm not sure." She replied.
5 minutes and 59 seconds later.
"Angelica?" Peggy waved her hand in front of her sister's face and Angelica seemed to snap out of her daze.
The two sat down after an awkward silence, the next person began their speech.
Alexander and Angelica's eyes met and Angelica felt so completely helpless in that moment, but she managed to look away. She could feel Alexander's eyes on her for a few more seconds.
