Hamilton One-Shots: Book 1

Chapter Seven ~ Heart A Flame ~ Hamgelica ~ Historical

Word Count: 1406 Words

Angelica sat at her vanity as she watched the snow fall. The candles from her window gave the snow a rosy glow. It was a cold night but she had a feeling it would grow warmer despite the incoming storm. It was in her gut.

As she powdered her face a sound came hurtling from the hallway. Though it was un-lady like to be seen in her plain tan robe, she walked so gracefully, almost like gliding, to her door and peeked her head outside her door.

She laughed as she looked down the hall to see two of her sisters, Elizabeth and Margarita, sitting atop each other. They were laughing up a storm. Angelica so badly wanted to join them. To jump up and mess up her freshly groomed hair.

And she almost did, until Dot, a lady in waiting, and her mother came penetrating around the corner, in a lady-like custom of course. Angelica closed her door ever more so it wasn't open past a crack, but wide enough she get glimpses through.

"What has gotten into you two?" She asked picking up her daughters by the arms and trying to polish out their gowns and hair. "I was amazed you got decorated so early but it was for nothing more than to prance around and nearly annihilate yourselves? Why can't you be more like Angelica? There is a reason 'Angel' is in her name. Can you suppose why?" She asked tapping her foot.

"It is because she is a primary example of the Schuyler family," Eliza said, looking up eyes closed. She was terrified of what her mother would say.

"Correct, Elizabeth. Margarita, do you have anything else to add? A witty remark, perhaps? I understand you have a knack for the ever so rude talent." She said, glaring at one of her youngest daughters.

"No, Mother." Margarita, frequently known as Peggy, said. "Dot, will you help Elizabeth and I get ready again?" She asked, hoping her mother would leave.

"Of course my ladies." She said as Mrs.Schuyler left. "Oh dear, you two have got to stop getting in trouble. And on the night of the Winter's Ball. You two...You keep me young." Dot said laughing as she took them away.

Angelica closed her door. Should she have done something? Lie for them? Say it was her fault? Anything? She sighed. Did her sisters really believe what their mother said? Was she the perfect sister?

She shook her head, for tonight she would do something extraordinary for her sisters. Yes, that is what she would do. She would do such grand gestures they would think they were equals, which they were. Mother would impact their feelings on her no longer.

Tonight was her night. No. Not her's. Theirs!

After she was ready, Angelica stood at the top of the stairs. She looked around. How could she do anything for her sisters when she didn't know what they wanted. As she was thinking, she saw a soldier, possibly the Marquis de Lafayette she had heard about start up the stairs. She prepared herself for conversation. How much French did she know exactly?

She heard the man reach the top of the stairs. But she didn't expect who came up the stairs to be so...handsome?

"You strike me, as a woman who has never been satisfied." The man said. He definitely wasn't French. He looked to be from the Carribean Islands maybe.

'Look at him,' Angelica thought, 'he can't even grow peach fuzz. How adorable.' She realized she had to respond.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean.." Angelica said, looking away, "You forget yourself."

"You're like me," He said, taking her hand ever so gently. She felt a surge of heat go through her hand to her face and ears. "I'm never satisfied."