It was 1832 and the city was bustling. A young girl named Merida Colsen stood in the midst of it all, eyes wide open, taking it all in. She and her father moved from Europe when he heard about the business opportunities. Her father was an impatient man, pulling her through the crowd, weaving between street performers and vendors. All the while she begged him to stop and let her rest. Finally he stopped on the front entry of a towering hotel. Her imagination led her to think, "It looks like a castle! I cannot believe Father is taking me here!"
As she entered the lobby an elderly man greeted her and offered to take their bags. His uniform looked as if it was very old and through the grunge and patches, she saw his name was Dimitri. As she stopped to speak to the man her father pulled her past as if he couldn't see him.
She slowed down. "Father" she questioned, "Why didn't you let that nice man take our things?"
"What man?" Her feather seemed genuinely confused.
As she turned around she realized the man had disappeared, but before she could answer her father, an overly cheerful woman interrupted her. "Welcome to the Hotel Dumort! Can I get you a room?"
"I have a reservation for Colsen, two rooms next to each other?" Her father replied.
"Yes, I have it right here. Your room numbers are 1313 and 1314. Todd here will take your bags." She gestured to a young man next to her.
As the man led them up the stairwell to their rooms, Merida couldn't help but stare out the windows as they passed.
'New York is an entirely different place from above.' She thought to herself.