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 sophisticated, as well as being sweet and pretty. Sometimes she was a joy to be around, but at other times, drive someone up a wall.

“S-stop joking around like that!” Alex quickly broke eye contact.

“Heh, obviously, I was kidding. I’m your aunt, after all! Don’t ever let me catch you thinking about anything along those lines, or you’ll be in for a bashing!”

As the two continued to bicker, Zachary followed them on another boat. He was tense and nervous for Alex, like walking on a tightrope.

He had ju