In the evening, fluffy clouds drifted lazily through the cerulean sky. The scent of honeysuckle hung sweet in the air.

Rebecca was on the balcony after the wind turned cold.

Veronica came to meet her. “Mom hasn’t slept since last morning. She’s working so hard to become the ruler of Aurora Hills.”

“The more gold and silver she has in her pockets, the less sleep she will get,” Rebecca replied.

“Even though you said that you don’t seem worried for her,” Veronica asked.

“I’m worried, but I have go