The plan was simple. Sneak into the party, find the room where the painting was being held, steal it, then sneak out. It couldn't possibly go wrong, could it?
The Schuyler sisters stood outside of the museum in their best gowns. A party was being held in honor of the arrival of a new sculpture, but that's not what they were there for. A painting worth millions was inside that museum, and it was their job to steal it.
Philip Schuyler was a well-known conman and thief in Manhattan. He was specifically known for stealing expensive art pieces. As he got old, he was no longer able to thieve has he once did. That left his daughters, Peggy, Angelica, and Eliza to do his dirty work.
"Ugh, why can't dad get someone else to do the job!?" Peggy whined.
"Margarita be quiet! Someone will hear you!" Angelica scolded her youngest sister.
"Sorry." Peggy looked down and fiddled with her yellow gown. Eliza giggled at her sisters foolishness.
"Alright, let's hope these fake invites look real enough to get us in." Angelica pulled three invitations from her bag and walked up to the security guard.
"Invitations?" He asked. Angelica handed them over with a nervous expression. The guard looked over them before handing them back. "Enjoy the party young ladies," He said.
The girls all gave looks of relief and walked inside. The room was all decked out. From the small centerpieces to the giant chandlier, the room looked stunning. But there was no time to stay look around.
"Alright, first things first we need to find the least obvious way out of here and to the west wing," Angelica whispered.
"Guess we do have time to look around," Eliza muttered.
"Just go!" The sisters split up.
Eliza walked up spirling staircase which led to a second level. She leaned over the railing to take in the view of the beautifully decorated room. She was almost completely zoned out when she felt a push almost sending her over the edge of the railing. She collected herself and turned around to see the most beautiful stranger. He looked about her age, with redddish brown hair and almost violet eyes.
"Oh sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going. Forgive me Ms...?" The stranger spoke. Eliza semi-panicked as she tried to think of a last name. She looked at her surroundings before deciding on something.
"Night... Ball...? Elizabeth Nightball."
"Alexander Hamilton." The stranger, or Alexander, took her hand and kissed her knuckle. Eliza giggled at his politness.
"Well it was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Hamilton, but I must be going." Eliza turned away.
"Wait, let me get you a drink, it's the least I could do after I tripped and almost sent you over the balcony!"
Eliza inhaled sharply. She really shouldn't, she was on a mission and she knew she shouldn't stray. It was only one drink though, what's the harm?
"One drink," Eliza said. Alexander smiled and they walked down the stairs to the bar. Alexander ordered their drinks before taking a seat next to Eliza.
"So, why don't you tell me about yourself," Eliza said, turning to him.
"What do you want to know?"
"I don't know, what was your childhood like? What do you do for fun? What's your favorite color?"
"Well, my childhood wasn't that great. I was born in the Carribbean. My father left me when I was young, then mother died. There was a hurricane that destroyed my home when I was 17. I wrote about it which got people to help me move to New York. I stayed with the Washingtons till I went off to law school. I enjoy writing, so I suppose I do that when I'm bored and my favorite color is green." Alexander shrugged.
