SEVENTEEN EIGHTY, A WINTER’S BALL —— it was an event he could not miss by any chance, Hamilton knew as much. Not only the entertainment would be good and welcomed by the soldiers, some of which desperately needed the distraction from the horrors of the cold war, but it was an opportunity for Alexander himself. Apart from a night off-duty, the ball promised the attendance of many young maids who were not only surely beautiful but also extremely close to power, something Alexander was in no position to reject -- and did not plan on doing. He knew that making acquaintance with certain ladies would be key in his climbing of the social ladder and thus had the intention of being extremely charming with all the right women; plus he wasn’t going to exactly reject some feminine company -- he would always appreciate having a good-looking girl around, no matter her social status. However, when that came to play, the Schuyler sisters were first on the list, according to Aaron Burr; when Alexander’s eyes fell on the eldest of the three, he couldn’t help but to agree immediately.
Making use of all the grace and posture his newly gained status in the continental army granted him, Hamilton made his way to the side of the ballroom in which Philip Schuyler’s first daughter was (and if he casually managed to walk just a bit faster to her than Lafayette did, it was a mere coincidence.) The young lady wasn’t anything short than radiant, and Alexander felt himself being lured closer to her, an easy smile setting on his lips as he straightened his posture.
“I must admit my eyes fell on you from across the room and it immediately shocked me to see such a Lady being by herself for more than a heartbeat,” he started, daring to move half a step closer. “But now that I observe you in such close proximity, the reason becomes obvious — not every man would be able to handle such a vision of a woman.”
