A short story of a brownstone owner

It was 1858, a horse and carriage, dressed in green, white and gold colored carnations, arrived in front of her brownstone on the upper east side of Manhattan. Awaiting her exit from the building was the driver dressed in top hat and tales. “Right this way my dear” he said, as he extended his hand outward to help lift her into the carriage. Trotting along Madison Avenue, they soon reached their destination of the opening day of the St. Patrick’s Cathedral.

On the steps of the Cathedral, was a dapper young man, dressed in a smile, the suiter who won her heart. The man from the brownstone across the street.