What if? A Hamilton remake

What if: Burr never met Theodosia?

A/N : sorry pic has nothing to do with the chapter just love him

Burr POV
*at the winters ball*

I entered the huge ballroom with The hamilsquad. Don't look at me, herc insists I call them that. They immediately split up and acted like Alexander, in other words, childish fools.

We were at the winters ball annually hosted by the Schuyler household. Phillip Schuyler and I go way back. I've met his daughter, Angelica vaguely but she was NOT taken with me. I wasn't being over dramatic. One day in town I didn't know who she was and went to go hit on her because she had caught my eye. After a few pickup lines Angelica took off her shoes and repeatedly slapped me with them and walked off. Not the best experience but she didn't know my name either so I was hoping she wouldn't remember...

I soon found the middle Schuyler sister and asked her if she would like to dance. She politely said yes and glided to the dance floor. I tried to make friendly conversation but to be frank, Elizabeth was quite boring.

You ask her a question she glances off and ignores it but we keep dancing (...) it was as if she was looking for something or someone.

"So where are you from miss Schuyler?" I tried to make friendly conversation.

"Mhm-" was all she replied with. I looked to where she was looking and saw the eldest daughter. God I hope she won't throw a shoe at me.

She was dancing with Hamilton and they seemed very close. I looked back and Eliza and decided she would never be satisfied with a man she can't even dance with.

I excused myself and went to get a drink. Why are my charms and devilishly handsome face not working? I asked my self.

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a young girl. To be honest she didn't look that young, just short. Maybe around 20? I took a double take. Her eyes were big round and glistening. Her lips were covered in a layer of red lipstick and her hair was pulled back. All I could think was DAMNNNN. Forget Schuyler's. I want this one.

She smiled sheepishly and said in a soft tone, "Excuse me mister, I need to get to the glasses." She pointed behind me and I realized that I was standing in front of the champagne glasses. I blushed and jumped back.

I fixed myself and took a deep bow. "Aaron burr, at your service." She giggled and snorted then quickly covered her mouth with her hand. "I am so sorry sir, how rude of me" She grimaced and stepped back. I chuckled. She was cute.

"No really, ma'am. It's fine. I like your laugh!" I assured her. She rolled her eyes playfully and then just looked at me. We locked eyes and she quickly looked away biting her lip.

"OH yeah sorry- I mean my bad- shoot I-" she stumbled over her words. I chuckled again.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked and held out my hand. She drugged and took my hand as I led her to the dance floor.

We started to sway and I realized I didn't know this girls name. "I didn't seem to catch your name?" I said politely.

"I didn't throw it" She scrunched you her face and I laughed and threw my head back. She giggled and said, "sorry I've always wanted to say that. My name is margarita Schuyler"

I was baffled. Angelica and Elizabeth had been so proper and nice and neat. This girl was wild and unexpected. She couldn't possibly be a Schuyler. "Schuyler?" I questioned.

"Mhm but you may call me Peggy because Margarita is long and boring." We laughed a bit.

Time skip to the wedding