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"Thomas." She smiled, pushing back from his shoulders, her arms still around his neck.

"My Eloise." Thomas responded, his arms around her waist. "Today is the day I get to tell America I have wed the most perfect woman in the world."

"Don't forget to send your letters to France too." She joked.

"Ooh, that will be a lot of writing." He shakes his head, tutting a little, placing his hands now on either side of her face.

"I'll take over some." She winked.

"I can't believe I get to marry you today." Thomas smiles, and while she's looking into his brown eyes, she notices a bit of gloss forming over them.

"If you start crying I'm going to start crying, and then we'll both be a mess." She laughs a little, tears forming in her eyes too.

"Don't cry." He whispered, wiping below her eyes with his thumbs. "You're too pretty for that."

"I love you. Have I told you that today?" Eloise smiled.

"Not yet." He responded. "But I love you too. More than anything. Even when you agree with Hamilton."

"One cabinet meeting! One! I was on your side with the French aide." She laughs.

"I love you, Eloise Virginia Washington."

"Don't forget Jefferson at the end."

"Lets not get ahead of ourselves." He smiles.

"Just a few more hours." She reminds herself.

"You two are not supposed to see each other, you know, bad luck." Isabelle says, approaching the couple, Thomas' hands on her face drop down to her side, grabbing both of hers.

"Right, I must go now. The bride must look perfect on her wedding day." Eloise smiles, leaning in to kiss him.

"I love you." He says, letting go of her after the kiss.

"And I love you." She grins, letting go of one of his hands fast, holding on to the other and squeezing for just a moment before running down the hallway with Isabelle. Thomas flexed his hand, it felt empty without hers in it.

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"It's perfect." Eloise smiled, flattening out a wrinkle in the skirt of her dress.

"It ought to be, we spent a month sewing it." Isabelle laughed.

"It was worth it." She nodded, Eloise had insisted on sewing her own wedding dress, because she wanted it to be perfect.

The dress was indeed, perfect. It was built much like the dress she usually wore, but in white, for obvious reasons. It had a sweetheart neckline, but a lace section that extended to her neck. Modest enough for her father, alluring enough for her soon to be husband.

The dress was unconventional in one way, it had bell sleeves that draped over her wrists elegantly. The skirt was obviously large, like her traditional gown, but it had a sort of lace apron like piece that opened around her knees.

"It's perfect." She sighed.

"You look amazing, Mrs. Jefferson." Isabelle winked.

"You're too kind, but not yet." Eloise smiled, stepping down from her little stool and facing her maid of honor.

"We're here." A voice said, as both Angelica and Eliza stumbled through the front door.

"Angelica! Eliza!" She smiled, running over to hug the two of them, they were both her bridesmaids, with Abigail being the final, since Thomas and John were so close