It was 9:30 pm. It was 9:30 pm and someone was banging their irritating hands-on Angelica's apartment door. Angelica worked 8 hour days & 7 days a week and when she was not physically working in the office she was working at home because lord knows that you couldn't give the work she did to an idiot like Charles lee or self-centered Aaron Burr so when she wasn't fulfilling her adult responsibilities she used that time to sleep and ignore the world. So it was no surprise that Angelica almost threw herself out of her bedroom window when she heard knocking. Angelica screamed into her pillow, trudged out of bed, and swung open the door and instead of waiting and looking for who may be at the door, she threw the pillow she had previously been holding into the face of the stranger.

"Ow, What the hell was that for!?"

Angelica looked down at the fallen stranger on the floor and removed the pillow from their face. When the pillow was gone Angelica could see her sister Margarita at the door.

"That's what you get for bothering me at 10:00 on a Friday."

Peggy rolled her eyes." First of all, it's 9:30"

Angelica shrugged " You woke me up and it's going to take at least 30 minutes for me to go back to sleep so you basically woke me up at 10:00"

Peggy allowed a small evil grin to slide onto her face.

You should actually be thanking me."

Angelica scoffed at the remark.

"And why should I be doing that."

"Because I'm not the dumbass who forgot we were supposed to go to Dad's important senate dinner thingy."

At that moment Angelica Knew that she messed up. The dinner was at 11:30 she lived 15 minutes away from where the dinner was being held but she had to account for the traffic that would be going on. Not only were her fathers' fellow senators coming to the dinner but so were their very snobby but VERY IMPORTANT families so that would mean a lot of press and if that wasn't enough the President and his wife were coming so with taking this all into account you could guess that Angelica was going to be very late.

She screamed before running into her apartment so she could dig in the very back of her closet. Angelica put all of the expensive things she owned in the back partly because she never wore any of those clothes but mainly because she didn't want to feel like her mother. Angelica didn't know what it was. Maybe the giant diamond earrings weighed her head down and that put her in a bad mood or it could be the better than thou attitude that the designer dresses projected but it was mainly because Angelica was happiest when she was comfortable and she found no comfort in high-class New York dinner parties. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She did have a natural gift when it came to people-pleasing and even as cliche as it sounded Even in a room full of people she still felt alone.

Angelica rushed herself into her bathroom to put on her makeup and straighten her hair. Once she was as her mother would say "Dolled up" she jammed her feet into her slippers and grabbed her heels in her right hand while holding her phone, phone charger, and purse in the left. Once she had her items she ran to the elevator with Margarita close behind. Angelica franticly pushed the button for the lobby but as luck would have it seemed that on every floor someone needed to get in so Angelica was in an elevator with about 13 people in it and she was very late.

Once she and Peggy were in the lobby Angelica turned to see her smiling.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing ."

"Something obviously has to be amusing because then you wouldn't be smiling."

"Can I not just smile Angelica? And honestly, it isn't my fault that you're going to be late to one of the biggest events in Dad's career."

"What do you mean me. You're going to be late too."

Peggy shook her head. " Hercules and I registered an hour ago so I'm technically already there and the press already had its fair share of pictures of me and Eliza so you better believe that they're going to come after you."

Angelica glared at her younger sister but she internally admired her planning ahead skills. Just as she was about to open her mouth to argue her phone rang.

Peggy smiled and waved before walking away. "Good luck Angelica you're going to need it."

Angelica rolled her eyes before answering the phone.

"Hello."

"Angelica where are you."

Angelica sighed it was her mother and her sister.

"I'm just about to leave home."

"JUST ABOUT TO LEAVE!?"

"You should have been ready hours ago. Not only are you risking your appearance but all of ours."

It was true. The press would bombard her as soon as she walked out of the door and she would have a million cameras in her face and you could be sure any answer she gave to a question would be switched to make the Schuyler look as dysfunctional as possible.

Angelica sighed before speaking into the phone.

"I'm sorry. I'll be there soon just give me some time and apologize to everyone on my behalf.

Angelica's mother scoffed before walking away from the phone.

"Hey, Angie?"

Angelica smiled at the sound of her sister.

"Yeah."

"Just get here when you can and if you never end up showing up that's fine too. You've always been a good liar."

Angelica smiled.

"Thanks, Eliza."

"No problem, that's what sisters are for."

"Anyway, I'll see you soon but make it quick you know mom doesn't have any patience."

Angelica stupidly nodded before hanging up forgetting that her sister couldn't see her. Angelica sighed and shoved her phone into her ridiculously expensive purse that was a gift from her mother. Angelica mentally prepared herself for the press and put on her award-winning smile. As soon as she walked out there were a thousand camera flashes in her face.

"Angelica!"

"Angelica smile!"

"Ms. Schuyler is it true that your mother and father are splitting up?"

There were about another 10 ridiculous questions similar to the one before but Angelica just remembered what her mother had been telling her since 5.

Smile, Wave, and nod. Just as she was about to get into the cab she hailed a young reporter stepped in front of her.

" Ms. Schuyler do you have time for a quick question?"

For the first time in a very long Angelica was speechless but than again who wouldn't be. The man in front of her was undeniably handsome. He was wearing jeans with a gray v neck pullover with his black hair pulled into a ponytail and a pen behind his ear to match the young writer persona.

"Uh um sure."

Angelica didn't know why she said yes because she was already as late as it is.

"Okay. So rumor has it that you're seeing London businessman John Baker Church."

Angelica couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Oh my god no! He is the last person on god's green earth that I would voluntarily have a relationship with."

The man in front of her smiled.

"It's nice to know you have opinions"

Angelica suddenly stopped laughing.

"What do you mean it's nice to know that I have opinions."

"I just mean the Schuyler Family is so reserved. I don't think the press has heard from your younger sister in about a year."

"well, we're sorry that we like to have privacy and live somewhat normal lives. I apologize."

"No, I didn't mean it like that."

"Sure you didn't. Well if you'll excuse me I have somewhere to be."

Just as Angelica was about to step into the cab the reporter grabbed her arm.

"I'm sorry."

Angelica's eyes went wide. She had met many reporters, been insulted by many reporters but never once in her 22 years of living had a reporter apologized to her. And in her 22 years of living, she had never felt so calm. No one was yelling at her to smile or telling her to sit up straight and most importantly someone was looking at her like she meant something. As dumb as it sounded she felt loved by a stranger and that was her first mistake. Someone from the large group of reporters yelled.

"Angelica, who's there with you?"

Damnit. Out of all of the rules, her mother taught her the one she repeated the most was. DON'T EVER BE SEEN WITH ANYONE WHO COULD BE MISTAKEN FOR A ROMANTIC PARTNER. It would ruin her family. She could see the headline now: Angelica Schuyler Seen With Mysterious Lover. Before she could dwell on the thought any longer she felt her arm being yanked and her feet running. She first looked in front of her and saw the reporter dragging her through the streets. Confused she looked behind her and saw what seemed to be every reporter and photographer running towards the pair running full speed. Out of sheer panic, she yelled to the guy in front of her.

"Where the hell are we going?!'

The guy turned around but instead of yelling back, he gave her a small half-smile that made her heart leap out of her chest without permission. He must've realized they couldn't run forever because he was now waving his hand while yelling taxi. He must have a superpower because as soon as his hand went up three taxis halted to a stop in front of them. Without thinking he shoved himself and Angelica into the backseat away from the animal-like press.

"Where to?"

It was finally Angelica's turned to speak.

"Mount Vernon Estate."

So now here was Angelica Schuyler in the back seat of a taxi and half an hour late with millions of photos snapped with her and some hot stranger in New York City. Yes, this was her first but biggest mistake.