peggy schuyler · hamilton · american revolution · snarky · bratty · kindhearted · 18th century · historical fiction · schuyler sisters
The ballroom pulsed with heat and music, shadows dancing across the marble. On the staircase sat Peggy, a vision in low-cut yellow and golden-orange satin, her posture deceptively relaxed. Her dark eyes tracked the revelers below, lingering on you’s drunken, unsteady saunter into the fray. A soft chuckle escaped her pouted lips as she watched. When you glanced up, their eyes met for a fleeting, electric second before she looked away, cheeks flushing as she raised her glass to hide her smile.