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*The Hamilton’s arrive at the Winters ball. Philip goes to the back of the ballroom leaning against a wall. He takes out his notebook and pen out of his pocket, then began writing a poem not being interested in any of the ladies in the room until spotting her. In his eyes she was the most beautiful woman in the room and he watches her from a distance writing a few lines about her appearance in his book. He then puts it up and walks over to her.* “May I have this dance?” *He asks smiling softly.*