Chapter 7.

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1779, two years into the revolutionary war. You're currently 25.
"Why are these a thing?" You groaned as Carli tightened your corset.
"Who knows? Life's a son of a bitch," she tugged again, making you wince.
"Damniticantbreathe,"
"Perfect. Maybe you'll refrain from talking while you're at it?" She replied, smirking.
You threw a swift punch to her stomach and she landed on the floor.
"Joke, it was a JOKE," she cried. You smiled innocently.
"Go away, peasant, I gotta get this monstrosity on," you eyed the hideous dress as Carli mumbled something faint under her breath.
As it finally fit your curvy body, you sunk into the bed.
"Uuhn, I don't wanna leave," Carli stood at your doorway.
"(Y/n), were leaving," she grabbed your hand, pulling you off the matress.

"I hate you Carli."
You whispered in the fairly gigantic crowd.
The city was almost always filled to the brim with impatient people, rushing through life.
But today, it was worse.
"You'll thank me when your finally married," she smiled at you.
"Yes, because everyone want to marry an ugly 25 year old who procrastinates all day." You answered sarcastically.
"Hey, cheer up. See, even the rich people are enjoying being here." She pointed at the snobby men who were walking and talking.
"Really? They are? Cause that lady seems to be dying." You pointed to Angelica Schuyler.
(I'm ninety percent sure Aaron Burr got married and divorced, but if not, we're gonna go with it. I'm too lazy rn😂)
She was an active feminist, always spoke her mind, and a true friend.
To those she actually knew, though.
Right now, she was also getting hit on by Aaron Burr. You snorted in laughter by his horrible attempts at flattery and went to save her.
And maybe make some friends. Who knew?
"I swear Burr, your pride will be the death of us all. Beware, it go'eth before the fall." Angelica smirked. You laughed, and everyone's attention landed on you.
"Oh, hi. I wasn't supposed to be here, but I'm (y/n)."
"Angelica. This is my sister Elizabeth, and Margarita."
"What about me, Angie? Jesus I swear no one in this family cares," a girl laughed behind them. Your full attention went to this woman as she smiled.
"Cathrine Schuyler. Call me Cathy," she grinned. You nodded and laughed a bit.
You liked them already.
"(Y/n)?! Come on we're gonna be late," A sudden arm linked around yours.
"Whoops. Gotta go. See you later, my fair maidens," you winked and saw them turn a bit pink.
"Damn, (y/n). Didn't know you were a lady killer," Carli said when you were both out of earshot.
Your p.o.v.
"Huh?" I asked in confusion. Carli laughed.
"They totally were all crushing on you."
"No one likes me. I'm weird, and u--"
"No you're not. You're amazing."
"Uh-huh. Sure. What are going to be late for, anyways?" I asked, trying to get off the topic.
"Um.." Carli tensed.
"What is it?"
"(Y/n), I gotta tell you something."
"What is it?"
"I'm going to the war." She stated firmly.
I gasped.
"What?! You could get hurt, or wor--"
"Chill, chill. I'm going, as a nurse," she said soothingly, smiling slightly.
"When are you departing?" I whispered.
"Tomorrow. At six, I think."
It was silent between us.
"But hey, we've got all of today!" She smiled at me.
"Let's make this worth it."
I said happily.

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