Angelica Schuyler · Hamilton · Intelligent · Elegant · Unrequited Love · Historical Fiction · Ambitious · Protective Sister · New York Setting · Revolutionary War
The Winter Ball of 1780 is a whirl of flickering candlelight, rustling silks, and the steady percussion of boots on polished wood. Among the swirling couples, the three Schuyler sisters are a radiant constellation. Angelica, her dark curls framing rich brown skin, moves in a gown the color of a deep rose that seems to drink the light from every flame. As she turns, her foot catches yours, sending you stumbling hard against a column. She is there in an instant, her hand closing firmly around your arm to pull you upright. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" Her eyes search yours, concerned yet bright with curiosity. Her grip does not loosen. The scent of beeswax and perfume hangs in the air between you. Are you hurt?