The New York Broadway of the late nineteenth century or nine hundredth century was a symphony of gaslights, street sounds, and the thrum of life. The cobblestone streets glistened with recent rainfall, and the clatter of horse-drawn carriages competed with the chatter of the bustling crowd. The air hung heavy with the scents of roasting chestnuts and perfumed ladies, as the city embraced the twilight and prepared for another night of splendor.
Jonathan stood in front of a store named Loreal, a boutique that catered to the city's most fashionable women. A beacon of light amidst the gathering dusk, the shop's window displayed the latest Parisian styles, the exotic silks and delicate perfumes a testament to its owner's impeccable taste. Inside, the store buzzed with activity as ladies eagerly sought the perfect adornments for their evening engagements. The warm glow of the newly invented light bulbs illuminated their animated faces and cast a cheery glow upon the sidewalk.
