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8; boop boop bi-doop

   " no emotion ." how can i wrap my arm around his?! earlier he made
me -
   and he was -
   and i blushed -
 
   what? what's happening? why all of a sudden do i like him? it's got to be because the way he looks, he looks like those models from the magazines girls read. am i attracted to him? is he attracted to me? why can't i think straight? is it because of the dress? he's probably straight, he can't be gay. the girl from earlier -

   " don't you have a girlfriend, how would she feel ?" i sound so insecure asking this, it's only a mission.

   " what girlfriend ?" i look up at him confused and a moment of realization cracked down his face.

   " that was some girl i'm friends with, sally hemmings ." he chuckled, i did the same, somewhat relieved.

   " is that burr and angelica ?" he points to the side of me and i turn my head to see, indeed, burr and angelica .

   " come on ." i drag his arm towards the couple, they were basically all the way across from where we stood. as soon as we got there burr stared me down.

   " jefferson where's hamilton ?" Angelica angrily turns around as she sees him, wow they really don't recognize me at all.

   " and who's this ?" burr points to me but winks, which disgust me. i think he noticed.

   " we left hamilton outside ." i talk normally, and i see no reaction. then angelica catches on, but burr is still the same.

   " can i talk to you ?" angelica tries to stifle a giggle as we walk away from burr and jefferson. she holds a hand lightly on my back as we do.

   " you literally have no makeup on, so if you were trying to pass as a girl, you need makeup ." i blink at her confused before she pulls me into the nearest bathroom. she pulls out a bunch of different colored makeup and brushes from her purse.

   " stay still ." she leans closer to my face and starts to put something cold all over my face.

   " ok, now take a look at my art ." i turn towards the mirror, but can't even recognize myself. i have a bold red lip and winged eyeliner. im sporting a nude shade of eye shadow, and my cheeks are beat with rosy blush, contour, and highlight. i go to touch my face but angelica stops me.

   " you cannot touch your face, if you do i'll beat the shit outta you ." someone walks in, going straight to a stall. angelica points a finger at me and i roll my eyes. she never liked me, even after i married her sister, so why like her back.

   " stay pleasant, stay present, stay poise ." she fixes wrinkles in my dress, along with hers. It has a ruffle in the front to reveal her legs, then the rest is a silky and tight pink fit. there's lace cuffed at her hands and neckline, which goes into a low v neck.

   " maybe burr will hit on you again, i swear to god he's so slow ." she laughs as we walk out to the crowd again, dragging me along. once we reached burr and jefferson, they immediately turned around.

   " you look weird ." i glare at jefferson and he looked down at his shoes.

   " so, why are you guys here ?" i can't even remotely glance at burr without him staring me down with his eyes. this is the most uncomfortable i'd ever get. now i know why women don't like being subjected to. i think jefferson catches on to that because he puts a hand on my lower back.

   " we were sent here by washington as backup, we know you know who you're after ." burr highers his suit coat and reveals a pistol. angelica reveals a gun tapered to her upper thigh.

   " so just say something if anything goes downhill ." angelica declared, we nodded our heads as they walked off. Angelica more dragging Burr than both deciding to grace away.