Heartbroken [Phillip Hamilton x Reader]

Ch. 4 Dinner with the Hamiltons

Warning: google translate, cursing

Y/n POV

"Okay y/n, make sure that you dress and behave at your best. I need to rub in Hamilton's face that I have a better kid than him."

"But daddy, Phillip is a nice kid."

"Whatever. Just act your best. Now if you excuse me, I need to get some work done before we go."

He walked off to his office. I went to my room. I still don't understand why he wants to be better than Mr. Hamilton. Sure they had some disagreements, but they could get along if they tried.

"Ms. Jefferson, your father sent me to help you get dressed."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Bertha. Now let's pick out your dress."

"Do we have to?" I really don't wanna wear a fancy dress.

"Yes we do. Now come along."

Bertha helped me pick a dress that is fancy but not too fancy. I think my complaining proved that I hate fancy.

"Are we done now?"

"No. Sorry, but we now need to fix your hair."

"But it looks fine the way it is now!"

"Y/n, I'm trying. Please cooperate with me."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

She fixed my hair by putting it up with some strands in the front.

"Now, I believe we are now done."

"Thank you Bertha!"

"You're welcomed miss."

I went downstairs and waited in the living room for dad. And after it seemed like forever, he finally came down.

"Y/n what are you doing slouching on the couch?! You're wrinkling your dress! Come along now. We're going."

"Coming Daddy."

We step into the carriage and we don't say a word for a while. Until I broke the silence.