Hey guys! Y'all should be super proud of me. I mean, I wrote one and a half chapters yesterday! That's a lot of work for me. Enjoy!
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Y/N's POV
When Hamilton woke me up the next morning, the sun was barely rising. "Y/N, we need to take you shopping," he said softly, knocking lightly on the bedroom door.
"Right now?" I yawned. I stood up, wincing from the pain in my back and neck. Sleeping on this mattress felt like sleeping on a bed of rocks. It was not a very nice feeling.
"Yes now," he chuckled.
"Okay then," I sighed, "I'll be out in five minutes." I tried my best to straighten up my clothes so that I didn't look like a homeless woman in men's clothes, which I technically was.
I opened the door while running my fingers through my h/c hair one last time, trying to free it of knots. Hamilton stood by the front door waiting for me.
As we were walking through town, arms linked, I became curious. "So, what exactly shopping for?" I asked him.
"Well, first we need to get you a nice dress. Luckily I know a place where dresses aren't that expensive," he sighed, running a hand threw his hair.
"Wait a minute, how much do they cost?" I asked, fearing that he would be spending far too much on me.
"About 1$," he sighed.
"I can't allow you to spend that much on me!" I protested. If I was remembering correctly, one dollar in the 1700s is about sixty dollars from my normal time.
"Then you are to walk around in men's clothes forever?" he said sarcastically. I felt anger rise up in me when he said that, but I reminded myself that this is not 2020. What I'm wearing is men's clothes in this time.
"I'll pay you back, Mr. Hamilton," I promised.
"First of all, call me Alex. I can't be much older than you so 'Mr' just sounds weird. Second of all, I would not accept your money if you attempted to repay me."
I glared at him lightly, knowing that he was too stubborn to let me win. He really does look about my age, come to think of it.
"I'm eighteen," I mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.
"I'm nineteen," he smiled.
Eventually, we arrived at Mulligans Tailor Shop. Upon stepping inside we were greeted by a tall man standing behind a desk. "I'm Hugh Mulligan. How may I help you?"
"My friend Y/N needs a dress, please," Alex said gesturing to me.
"Okay then, just send her to the back and my son will take her measurements," he smiled. I bristled slightly at the way that they were talking about me as if I wasn't there, reminding myself once again that I'm in the 1700s.
Alex led me towards the back room and I stepped inside to see a young man around my age. He was tall and muscular and wore a gray beanie.
"Hello, Miss," he said taking my hand and kissing me softly on the knuckles. That was going to be very difficult to get used to.
"Good morning, sir! And please, call me Y/N," I said politely.
"Then call me Hercules," he beamed, leading me onto a slight platform in the middle of the room. The lyrics to 'My Shot' began playing in my head.
Yo, I'm a tailors apprentice
And I got y'all knuckleheads in local parentis
While I stood there, he moved around the room grabbing pins and needles before heading back to me. For a while he stood, taking my measurements with a strip of paper by cutting notches where the measurement began and ended.
Eventually, he turned away from me and started going through a rack of dresses. "Lucky for you, I have a dress that's almost exactly your size. I'll just need to adjust it of course," he mused before pulling out a beautiful blue dress.
(I literally could not find a single one that I liked, so do your best to imagine it)
"I love it," I breathed, staring at the beautiful color of the dress.
"Here you go," he smiled, handing me the dress to try on. "You'll also need this," Hercules added, handing me a corset off of the wall.
He turned away so that I could change, and I began struggling to make sense of the confusing garment. I fought with it for quite some time before I had successfully put on the dress and corset.
"Beautiful," he breathed, turning around to slightly adjust the size of the dress. I blushed slightly, wincing at how painful the corset was. It was as if it was crushing my ribs and stomach between two steel walls.
Eventually, he moved and opened the backroom door for me. "Thank you very much, Hercules," I smiled before leaving the room and heading back to Alex.
"Wow," Alex breathed, taken aback by the sight of me in my new dress. I blushed and linked arms with him watching as he paid Mr. Mulligan.
I still felt bad about him paying for my dress. I would pay him back someday. I just needed to get a job first.
After we left the tailors shop, we started down the path to the milliners where they sold accessories like shoes and hats. Then I heard an odd noise coming from down the street.
"Is that music?!" I said excitedly. Isabelle and I have always loved music since we were little. We would sing duets together for our family all of the time and there was always music playing when we were around.
Alex stopped to listen for a moment before smiling goofily and leading towards the sound. "They're playing music in the square!" he beamed, walking even faster.
We arrived to see a man sitting on the ground with a phonograph at his side. (This thing if you didn't already know:
Yes I know that they didn't exist yet, but we're gonna pretend that they did)
There was a small crowd of people dancing to the classical music that the man was playing. "Come on, Y/N," smiled Alex, tugging me towards the dancers.
"Absolutely not," I frowned, planting my feet to avoid being dragged into embarrassing myself. "I don't dance!"
"Please!" he begged, giving me his best puppy dog eyes. "I'm sure you dance just fine."
"Yeah for a five year old!" I whined, causing us both to start laughing. He took the opportunity to drag me into the crowd.
"Alex!" I protested, but he placed a hand on on my waist, grabbing the other with his free hand. I nervously placed a hand on his shoulder, looking up at him with a slight smile.
He began moving slowly to the music, guiding me as I stepped on his toes multiple times in a row. Each time he would just laugh and keep going.
After a while, I began to get the hang of it and we swayed with the crowd, looking almost as if we fit in.
I stepped on Alex's toes again and looked up at him, giggling slightly. He looked down at me with a soft smile and tucked a piece of my h/c behind my ear.
And then the music stopped and everybody left to go to nearby shops. I flattened my dress and ran my fingers through my hair. Alex adjusted his suit and linked my arm up with his once more, guiding me back the way we came.
"So, where to next, Mr. Hamilton?" I joked.
"Now, Miss. Owens, we are off to the milliners!"
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4/12/2020
That was fun to write. I don't know about y'all, but I can't dance to save my life so... yeah. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed!
QOTD: What exactly did your dress look like?
Thanks for reading! -SunkissedChild5