“There, all done,” Peggy said, smiling as she tied the final knot in the then-fashionable ruffled tie around Laurens’ neck. The changing room they were in had a full-length mirror, which Laurens used to check his outfit. He wore a dark caramel brown smart jacket over a white shirt and black trousers, complete with knee-high white socks and black shoes. His curly dark brown hair was, as usual, pulled into a ponytail. Laurens smiled nervously and fiddled with the lace at the end of his sleeve.

“What if I do something wrong? What if I stumble on my vows?” he said worriedly, but was interrupted by Mulligan, who slapped him on the back, making Laurens stumble forwards slightly.

“Hey, with me as flower girl, this wedding will never go wrong,” Mulligan said, laughing, a basket of flowers in hand. He had attempted to look ‘Smart,’ and was wearing a long dark blue coat, white shirt, and a bandana around his head. Laurens rolled his eyes, smiling,

“Yeah, ok. Alright, I’m ready,” he said to Mulligan and Peggy in turn. Peggy pulled him into a hug, and said,

“Good luck!” Then left the changing room to join her sisters, who were sitting in the pews.

Meanwhile, Burr was standing outside the church doors, his invite in hand, attempting to open the doors, as he was late. A small slide-hatch opened at eye-level on the door, and the eyes of Thomas Jefferson could be seen, as he had snuck in for the food.

“Burr.” Jefferson said exasperatedly. Burr held up the invitation,

“Jefferson, we both know you’re not meant to be here. So let me in,” he said. Jefferson raised an eyebrow,

“Why the Hell would I want to do that?” he asked. Burr thought quickly, then remembered something he overheard while the couple were planning their wedding.

“Because I know where the cake and alcohol are hidden,” Burr replied, catching Jefferson’s attention, and a few minutes later, the two were in a back room of the church gorging themselves on cake with Madison.

The church hall was silent except for the rustling of dresses and the shifting of seats. The entire room seemed to be holding its breath, until the pianist began to play. The song was just a simple one, with a moderate tempo, but it was uplifting and sweet. First to walk down the aisle was Mulligan, who threw handfuls of petals left and right, some falling onto Washington’s head and catching in his hat. Next came Peggy and Lafayette; the maid of honour and the best man. Lafayette went to stand at the altar on one side, and Peggy went to the other. The room sat in anticipation, Angelica was still in disbelief,

“I can’t believe they’re actually doing it,” she muttered to herself, while comforting a miserable Eliza, who sat next to her. Eliza watched with her head on her hand as the music changed, and Laurens came down the aisle, smiling nervously. He made his way to the altar, and seemed to relax a little when he saw Hamilton, who was wearing an outfit similar to Laurens’, except for the fact that his coat was dark green rather than caramel brown. The priest raised his hands for silence, and began to speak. The boring part of the ceremony passed relatively quickly, and in time, they reached the vows. Washington stood up from his seat to carry the rings to the altar, and Hamilton could see the tears in his eyes as he set down the box of rings, smiling. He nodded at the two men, then went back to his seat.

“Do you, Alexander Hamilton, take John Laurens as your lawfully wedded husband?” the priest asked, turning to Hamilton, who looked at Laurens, and then the priest.

“I do,” he replied. The priest nodded, and Hamilton placed a ring on Laurens’ finger.

“And do you, John Laurens, take Alexander Hamilton as your lawfully wedded husband?” Laurens smiled,

“I do,” and placed the other ring on Hamilton’s finger. The priest smiled,

“Then it is my great pleasure to pronounce you officially wed!” he said, and the room applauded. A few minutes later, in the lobby, the couple was swarmed with people and gifts. Angelica handed hers to Hamilton with a forced smile, as she saw his handsome, intelligent face that would never love her. Eliza’s thoughts mirrored Angelica’s almost exactly as she handed her gift to Laurens, the person who had stolen the heart of the man she had loved.

When everyone had eaten, (except Burr, Jefferson, and Madison, who were full of cake,) everyone made their way to the dance floor. A traditional slow song began to play, and, as was customary, Hamilton and Laurens had the first dance, alone on the dance floor, and more people slowly joined them. Peggy and Mulligan, surprisingly, were spectacular dancers, and danced a beautiful waltz together. Angelica reluctantly accepted Burr’s offer to dance, and Eliza sat in the corner, claiming to be tired. As the music sped up, more and more people joined, but the floor quickly cleared when Jefferson and Madison showed up uninvited. Alexander stepped forwards, annoyed, but Laurens put a hand out to stop him,

“Hey, don’t worry about them. Today’s our day, okay?” he said, and Alex smiled, then tucked a loose curl from Laurens' forehead behind his ear,

“Okay.” Jefferson and Madison proceeded to perform a fabulous Tango, and they left the dance floor to cheering and applause. After a few hours of dancing, laughing, and spilled drinks, everyone made their way to a large table, with something in the middle, which was covered with a large cloth. When the cover was pulled away, it revealed a large white cake with symbols like broken chains, quills, and quotes from people that the couple idolized. Burr, Madison, and Jefferson had mysteriously vanished, but the traces of their crime hadn’t. The entire top 2 layers of the cake had been eaten on one side, as if they had been scooped out by hand.

“JEFFERSON!!!” Laurens shouted, and at the sight of a purple tailcoat and some bushy hair, Mulligan ran after Jefferson, and dragged him back by the collar of his plum velvet coat.

“It was Burr!” Jefferson said, and the guests began to laugh at the flustered politician. He was forgiving, so
as not to spoil the mood, and the gouged out chunks in the cake were avoided. As the guests began to leave, Laurens, Hamilton, and the Schuyler Sisters were the only people left.

“I really must be going,” Angelica said, pulling on her coat and picking up her handbag. She gave Alex and Laurens a smile, then made her way out to her carriage. She was followed closely by Peggy, who kissed both men on the cheek, and Eliza came last.

“Congrats,” she said, smiling, and hugged the couple, maybe hugging Alexander for a little too long, and left to the carriage where her sisters were waiting. Hamilton, slightly drunk, rather than saying anything romantic, simply said to Laurens,

“You know; I wasn’t talking to Mulligan when I said that your pants look hot.” Laurens laughed, put his arm around Hamilton’s shoulders,

“Let’s go home,” he said, and the two began to walk towards the door. Before leaving to go back to their house, the two kissed, and they walked away with their arms around each other, Laurens resting his head on Alexander's shoulder.