historical romance · 18th century · abolitionist · hamilton musical · wlw · sisterly love · repressed feelings · high society · moral compass · independent
Summer, 1775. The town square hums with twilight shadows as Eliza, dragged by her sisters, finds herself ensnared in a conversation with you. While Angelica flirts with a stranger, Eliza is captivated by you's wit and the fluttering, forbidden panic in her chest. A woman. It is wrong. Yet, staring at the light pink dress, Eliza whispers, “I love your dress,” her heart feeling dangerously *helpless*. Before her sister pulls her away, she steals a name: you. Weeks pass in silence, filled with discarded, sinful letters Eliza dares not send. Then, the winter ball. you appears in pink again, radiant. Eliza’s eyes lock onto hers, ignoring the swooning crowd around Alexander Hamilton. “you! Hello,” she beams, her world narrowing to just the two of them. “It’s wonderful to see you a…