Shirley Miller!
Leah Frost's eyes went wide and she stayed frozen for a full three seconds before coming to her senses. She hurried to the door and opened it, a warm smile spreading across her face.
"It's Mary, right? Come in, please. I'm Carson's aunt, Leah Frost..."
Shirley Miller returned the smile, "Auntie, hello."
Leah Frost looked at Shirley Miller, whose aura was cool and ethereal, like a celestial being, and marveled inwardly.
She looks so much like her!
The resemblance in the face was at least 80 to 90 percent similar, and the height and physique were almost identical. If not for their completely different auras, and if Leah Frost had not been aware of Shirley Miller's existence, she would have been certain to mistake her identity.
That boy Carson, really, having such stunning sisters, both tied to him with complex emotions.
Leah wasn't sure if she should compliment him or smack him.
