This is my first ever fanfiction so I hope it isn't too bad! Some dialogue is taken directly from the songs, but I have also added my own things to the story... I would love to hear your feedback! (Also sorry the first chapter is a bit short!)

Chapter1

The music lofted through the large ball room, almost drowned out by the laughter and chatter. There were many beautiful women along with dashing young men but many eyes were on the host's; Philip Schuyler's, blooming daughters, Angelica and Elizabeth.

"Just stop it!" Elizabeth giggled. "I won't settle for any young man I see." She gestured to a group of youthful soldiers that were subtlety flexing and winking at the two sisters. "I'm sure they aren't trying to get my attention anyway," she winked at Angelica.

"I don't think that I'm the only one they're noticing. You look lovely tonight, Eliza," Angelica countered with small smile.

"But you look dazzling. Everyone is watching you," Eliza chided.

"Thank you…" Angelica looked downwards and folded her hands together as the music got louder in the background. Groups of people began to make their way onto the dance floor while the two sisters relocated to the edge of the room. They watched as the couples twirled and laughed together. Angelica scanned the room, silently wanting to dance, or to at least meet someone. Then out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a handsome young man and she felt her heart skip a beat. She just started to turn to her sister to tell her about the catch she spotted when she felt a tug on her arm and heard a hushed squeal come from Eliza.

"Do you see that one?" Eliza gushed as she covered a hand over her mouth as if to contain herself. Angelica followed Eliza's gaze to the same man she had just noticed.

"Yeah, I was just-"

Eliza leaned into her older sister and put her mouth close to her ear and whispered. "This one's mine."

Angelica felt her heart drop as Eliza's words echoed in her mind. "This one's mine."

"Of course," Angelica answered while emotions raced through her. Eliza wandered a short distance away but Angelica wasn't watching her anymore. She looked up and her eyes met his clean shaven face again. She glanced around, her sister was now nowhere in sight.

"This one's mine."

Angelica started to escort herself towards him, not being able to help herself. She stopped beside the gentleman and turned to him as he also turned to her.

"Hello, my dear lady." His voice was like a silk glove that touched her cheek softly. He then bowed.

Angelica's heart lurched in her chest and opened her mouth to find that nothing came out and swiftly curtsied politely instead. "Good evening, sir." She smiled at him sweetly.

"Would you care for a dance?" He put out his arm in offer for Angelica to take it.

She gently put her arm on his and they slipped onto the ballroom floor where a baroque dance was being performed. As they took rhythmic steps around each other and linked arms, Angelica found herself looking into his eyes. They were as dark and shimmering as a dark bay stallion and Angelica found it difficult to avoid gazing at them. As the song faded out they went back to standing on the sidelines together. As their eyes met again, he paused.

"You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied."

Angelica blinked, slightly taken aback. "I'm sure you don't know what you mean. You forget yourself…"

"You're like me," he continued. "I'm never satisfied."

She smiled ever so slightly. "Is that right?"

"I have never been satisfied," he confirmed, his mouth twitching in a half smile.

Angelica bowed daintily again then looked up warmly. "My name is Angelica Schuyler."

"Alexander Hamilton," he tipped his hat respectfully.

"Where's your family from?" As soon as she asked the question, Angelica regretted it. The atmosphere changed from playfulness to awkwardness. Alexander glanced to the side, avoiding any eye contact and his hands started to fidget.

"Unimportant," he sputtered. "There's a million things I haven't done." His eyes suddenly bore into Angelica's, filled with passion. "But just you wait."

Angelica glanced past Alexander, unsure of what he meant, when she saw Eliza watching from a short distance.

"This one's mine."

Angelica's heart felt like it was ripped into tiny pieces inside of her. Eliza was helpless. The happiness in Angelica was slowly drained at the sight of her. She reluctantly and gradually casted her eyes down to the floor and looped her arm with Alexander's, then headed to where her sister stood.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked, confused.

"I'm going to change your life," she answered, trying to sound as lively as she could.

"Then by all means, lead the way," he consented as he followed her lead. The two of them came to a halt in front of Eliza, who curtsied tactfully.

"Elizabeth Schuyler. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Schuyler?" Alexander questioned Angelica.

Angelica smiled. "My sister," she explained.

Eliza quickly started to speak again, making Alexander look back at her. "Thank you for all your service."

He removed his hat and held it to his chest. "If it takes a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it."

Every word they spoke to each other drove a dagger deeper into Angelica's heart. She turned away to stop them from seeing the tears in her eyes and waved a hand back at them. "I'll leave you to it." She stepped to the side and made her way through the crowds of people until she could slip out of the ballroom. She turned a corner and pressed her back against the wall, her breath faltering. Images of her and Alexander dancing flashed through her mind. She knew he was right. She has never been satisfied. Eliza was worth far more than her own happiness. A tiny tear rolled down her cheek but was soon furiously wiped away. This was the right choice.