Angelica's wits had never truly been matched. True, her Father's books were written by brilliant philosophers that could easily outsmart her, if they were alive.
Everyone around her was just slower. Angelica wasn't mad or proud about it, just bored. Only a little bit bored that no one seemed to be able to match her fast pace of thinking.
Except for Alexander.
Alexander Hamilton was special. From the moment Angelica met him, she felt a spark ignite within her. Their first conversation was slow, but Angelica's heart raced. Everything about him seemed to captivate her.
There were only three problems:
One, Angelica was meant to marry rich. Her father had spent careful time picking men for her to meet, in the hopes that she'd allow one of them to court her. Alexander hadn't the money nor the family to be on the list.
Two, Angelica had said multiple times that she wouldn't marry a man who only wanted her for her name. She'd be naive to assume Alexander was different simply because he was special.
Three, Eliza was in love with him. From the moment she saw him, her helplessness was palpable. Angelica felt horrible letting Alexander be the one that got away, but she knew that she would feel even worse if she robbed love from her own sister.
It seemed there was just no chance for the two of them. From the moment they'd met, the odds had been harshly opposed to them. Angelica, being the eldest and wittiest out of her sisters, learned quickly to accept that. She quieted her heart and accepted that, even after marriage, her bottled wit would only ever be matched in books. She accepted that she would never truly be satisfied.
But what if she didn't?
Notes: I've included Catherine and Cornelia Schuyler, two sisters even younger than Peggy, but none of the other Schuyler siblings besides them and the three in the musical. Cornelia is the youngest sister.
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aarna never thought two pink lines could shake her world.
She stood frozen, staring at the test in her trembling hands. Pregnant. A word she had longed to hear, yet feared the most.
Would he accept it? Or would he push her away again, just like before?
The door creaked open. Her heart pounded.
Sharad's sharp gaze met hers. "What are you hiding?"
Her breath hitched. She wasn't ready for this. Not yet.