You finally arrived to your destination, the market place, booming with people. You suddenly felt a pain in your chest as you looked around at all these people, your breath growing weaker as dizziness took over your body. 'This is worse than my first day of school,' you thought to yourself, walking behind your father. You passed by a boutique, many elaborate dresses and pieces of jewelry catching your eye. "Father, can we go in there?" you asked politely, gesturing to the shop. Your father nodded, redirecting himself. You walked inside, amazed by the decorum inside. It was very elegant, pearls lining the cream colored curtains. "Can I help you find anything?" a woman happily asked, walking towards your direction. "We're just browsing," your father replied, looking around the store. "Father, may I try on this dress?" you questioned as your eyes landed on a sparkly (f/c) dress with lace around the neck, arms, and skirt. The dress had a heart shaped corset, and the skirt flared out with multiple layers.
Jefferson nodded his head, and the woman at the front assisted you in trying on the dress.You exited the changing room, the dress floating around you. It fit you perfectly, and hugged your figure perfectly. "You look stunning!" Burr beamed, giving you a slight bow. You laughed slightly, looking over at your father who had a bright smile painting his face. "I hate the color," he told you, shifting his gaze to look at some suits on display. You gasped, your expression saddening. "But father! I love it!" you begged, his expression not changing. "I said n-" "we'll take it!" Madison suddenly butted in, smiling at you. You quietly thanked him, making your way back into the changing room.
The dress would be sent to your home by tomorrow, so you continued shopping with your father and his squad. You saw them talking about The Reynolds Pamphlet, and couldn't help but wonder why they had brought it with them. You didn't dare speak to them about it, and chose to mind your tongue.
You spotted a flower shop and walked over, examining the diverse plants. You picked out a bouquet of purple, pink, blue, yellow, and white flowers. "They're stunning, aren't they?" a male voice asked from behind you. You turned around and locked eyes with the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your entire life.
"My name is Philip, what's yours?"
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Philip Hamilton X Reader (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionYour father, Thomas Jefferson, introduced you to Alexander Hamilton and his family at the young age of eleven. You hit it off with their eldest son Philip no problem, but will it last? #1 in Alexander Hamilton
