In your dreams (John Laurens x Oc )

(3) 'right?'

Isabella's POV

I got up from bed. To be honest, I was tired of the dresses. One time I tried to wear a plain white buttoned up shirt, my mom got mad! She always compares me with my sisters. So, that's why I try my best. To be just as well educated, proper, and eloquently as them. So that I don't hear her loud voice ring in my ear.

"Miss Bella! We have a lot to do! Especially since your father is apart of planning the winter ball! And of course he wants your help before tonight!" Lia said, bringing out another lime green dress.

Shoot! I forgot about the ball! Me and my sisters were to busy sneaking out to even notice it! Of course, I wanted to join them to leave the house. I always wondered, what if I never went with them? There were days where I would rather just read or play the violin. Of course, to fit into my last name, I might as well join them.

"Thanks Lia!" I said, as I got dressed. I immediately ran downstairs to see everyone already eating! Shoot! AGAIN!

"I'm so sorry I'm late." I said, as I took my spot next to Angelica.
"Don't be. Your always late anyway." My mom said. We continue to eat, as I still felt bad.

Lia made it sound as if my father was going to have a panic attack while planning the ball, but he pretty much did it without our help.
"Really dad?" Angelica said, pure boredom in her eyes.
"What?" He responded.
"You made us come here, for nothing?" Eliza asked.
"No, no, actually....your tailor came by to get inspiration for your dresses. So go down there now." Dad said. We all left and sighed,

"This is our life." I said.

After a longgggg time of accessorizing and finding the right dress, we were finally ready in time for the ball. Eliza wore a silk baby blue dress, Angelica of course wore a dark red more like a crimson, dress. Peggy wore a yellow cotton dress, and I wore a like green cotton dress.

"AHHHH!" Angelica screamed happily.
"Now, now Angelica. Don't wanna go running around. Especially since there will be alcohol." I said.
"Yeah, yeah! Let's go in!" Eliza said. We all rushed in. All eyes were on us.

It has been a couple of minutes, and me, and Peggy we're completely bored. Many guys tried to flirt with us, but either we weren't interested, or that they were drunk. As I was playing with a napkin, I noticed that my heart was racing a little too fast. I looked up and saw that French dude and freckles with, who seemed to be their friends, walk in. I couldn't help but blush.

"Isabella? Isabella?!" Peggy yelled, shaking me. I finally snapped out of my thoughts, and looked at her.
"Yeah?" I answered back.
"Why were you- ahhhh." She said, looking the direction I was looking earlier.
"Hamilton?" She asked.
"Who the hell is Hamilton?" I asked her.
"It's a guy who wants to fight in the revolution or something, Eliza was acting crazy about him!" Peggy said.
"No, I don't. I don't really see anything in him at all." I said. I glanced at Angelica, who was dancing, what looked to be Hamilton, the guy Peggy described. I glanced a few inches away, to see the guy with freckles, most likely flirting with a bunch of girls. I couldn't help but feel a pang through my heart. Am I having a damn seizure?!?

"Be right back." I said to Peggy. She nodded.
I got up and went to the drinks table. I grabbed a cup of orange juice, since I wasn't aloud to have alcohol mom said. As I got a cup, I noticed that, that Hamilton dude was talking to Eliza. I then started to swish around the juice in my cup.

"Why hello there miss...?" The dude with freckles said, approaching me.
"Schuyler." I said.
"Ah, your a Schuyler." He said.
"Are you drunk?" I asked him. He probably was, unless he just wanted to flirt with girls randomly....
"Maybe, either I am, or you're just the gorgeous person in here right now."
"Why? Is it so hard to believe that I'm pretty?" I asked.
"Of course not miss, it's hard to believe that I'm drunk though," he said. Next to me, looking at Hamilton. I think his name was Alexander Hamilton.
"Sooo...." He said.
"Care to dance with me?" He asked. I couldn't help but feel all mushy inside.
"Sure, if you tell me your name."
"The names John Laurens." He said.
"Hi John Laurens, I'm Isabella Schuyler. I wouldn't mind if you would dance with me." I said. I let my hand out to him. He grabbed it, and twirled me to the dancing circle.