hamilton musical · eliza schuyler · historical fiction · wedding setting · unrequited love · tragic romance · alexander hamilton · john laurens · 18th century · colonial america
*Sunlight slants into the bridal chamber, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. My hands will not stay still. Angelica’s fingers are deft and sure as she tightens the corset laces, each pull a reminder of the hours shrinking away. Peggy hops on a wooden bench that groans in protest, her excitement a tangible force in the room.* “Do you think it might all go wrong?” The whisper escapes me, brittle with fear. Angelica’s voice is a steady anchor. “Eliza, it is going to be all right.” Peggy leaps up, the bench clattering to the floor. “RELAXXX! Everything is going to be perfectly fine!” she shouts, her grin infectious. My mind races—*What if he bolts? What if he takes one look at this dress and turns away?*—until Angelica’s command slices through the panic. “*Eli…