Hearing that sentence coming from Aunt Rockefeller made Alex's heart skip a beat.

There were no doubts about Aunt Rockefeller’s beauty.

It was in the way she carried herself where not even the richest of the rich and famous could ever hope to reach that air of confidence.

She was like the clouds on the horizon, stained with soft hues and ever-changing, never to be captured or controlled, so everyone could only admire and adore such beauty.

She could play the part of the cool and the sophisti