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     The bright sun shines through the stained glass in the chapel. It was a bright Sunday and tomorrow I will be setting sail to France. I haven't seen or explained to Philip about the arrangement with Georges. I mean not like he cares, he would never want to be anything serious with me anyway.

    Sunday chapel always cleared my head and always steered me to my answers. This was my first time in the New York chapel so I didn't know anybody at the service. So, I stood alone like an orphan. Looking stranded and lonely. I can feel all their eyes on me judging me like who is this new girl? I tilt my head down so no one can see my sad broken eyes.

      I find a seat in the back and carefully set my things down. People talked as they passed looking like big happy families. My father wasn't big on church so I often would go with my friends back home but now I have no one to go with.

     The service starts and instantly everyone becomes silent. I was sitting alone in the back until someone takes the seat next to me. I turn to see Philip and his whole family taking up the empty seats. Even Mr. Hamilton was there.

     "Couldn't let you be all alone," Philip whispers to me. I smile at him grateful for their presence. I instantly relaxed into the chair and breathed deep.

     "Thank you," I whisper to him. We turn our heads back to the minister.

     After, the service I quickly get up avoiding Mr. Hamilton and Mrs. Hamilton. Sadly, I'm not fast enough for 8 Hamilton's.

     "Delilah! Sweetheart is that you?" Mrs. Hamilton yells. I also hear a loud sigh from Mr. Hamilton.

     "Mrs. Hamilton, how wonderful to see you," I greet her.

     "Oh, dear you must meet Delilah! Oh she is such doll. She was the one I was telling you about," Mrs. Hamilton tells her husband excitedly. Oh Lord...he will totally recognize me as a Jefferson.

     "Hello, Delilah nice to meet you," He says coldly. I shrink a bit at his manners. Mrs. Hamilton elbows him but he doesn't seem effected.

     "You seem oddly familiar, Delilah. The only Delilah I have ever heard of is a," He says.

     "Hey, you know what Delilah, where is your father? I would love to meet him." Mrs. Hamilton interjects her husband's forming conspiracy.

     "Oh, I'm sure he's around here," I lie nervously as I pretend to search for my 'father'. I need a way to get out of this. Suddenly, a miracle happened. James Madison. I've known him for years and I can count him as my father. Hopefully, he will lie for me to the Hamilton's and to my real father.

     "There he is," I say as I call over Madison. Madison gets a confused face as he walks over.

     "Delilah?" He asks.

     "Father!" I shout cutting him off. He looks back looking for my actual father but he was not there. I walk over and link our arms together. He looks concerned. Pull it together James!

     "Father, I was just talking to the Hamilton's," I say calmly. He seemed to relax probably finally understanding my lie.

     "Ah, yes. I am quite familiar with them," He says coolly. God bless he is going along with this.

     "Madison? I've known you for years and you have talked about John quite a lot but I've never heard of a Delilah?" Mr. Hamilton asks harshly.

     "I doubt you would! I was just recently adopted by the Madison's," I lie.

     "Is Dolley okay? You told me your mother had passed about two days ago?" Mrs. Hamilton asks.

     "Oh yes! My biological mother," I quickly lie. Madison give me a weird look.

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