Eliza Schuyler Hamilton's Narrative

December 14th, 1780 Schuyler Mansion, Albany, New York

I turned to look at my two sisters as the rays of sun hit across my powdered face.

"Do I look okay?" I asked, self conscious of my shape as I smoothed down my dress.

Angelica walked over to me from the vanity and fixed my hair.

"You look dashing my dear Eliza. Your Alexander is so lucky to have met you." She replied with sincerity.

"Yeah! You are as charming as becoming flowers in the spring." Peggy added with her bubbly, little smile that can lighten a full, dark corridor.

I felt myself smile as I opened my arms for a hug. They returned my offer by wrapping their arms around me as we cuddled against each other, feeling the body warmth we shared. It felt like I could stay in this position forever. I released after a long moment of hugging and smiled at my two wonderful sisters. A spirit welled inside my heart as I still smiled at them. It was as if time had slowed down and paused just for us.

"Well let's go now. Time will not stop for anyone." Angelica replied as she wrapped her arms around mine.

Time will not stop for anyone. I repeated in my mind.

I held Peggy's hand with mine as we walked to the main hallway where Daddy was waiting.

"There you are." Daddy sighed in relief. "Come on now. Positions. We are already late." He added as everyone got settled.

I saw Daddy nod at the piano player for que. I heard the music flow through my ears and danced in my mind.

After everyone already walked down, it was our time. I felt everyone's eyes seeping into my heart. My thoughts started to fog up and felt a chill fly into the room. I looked at my hands; they felt numb and colorless. I closed my eyes tightly and as I opened them again, I saw Alexander's eyes pierce into mine and suddenly, the room felt warmer and I started breathing again.

After the commitments, I heard the priest's voice echo, "You may now kiss the bride."

I then felt Alexander's eager lips press against mine. I tilted my head, feeling myself smile as I closed my eyes. I then opened my eyes and once again, and saw the same arctic, blue eyes as if it were the first time I saw him.

"My dearest, Betsy. You always seem to be the sorceress who has bewitched me with your lovable black eyes and your smile." He whispered in his raspy, chilling yet warm voice. I giggled feeling his arms wrap around my waist.

He never fails to leave me helpless.