Aunt doesn't have sisters, so it shouldn't be related to mom.
Since that's the case, there's no need to say more.
Bella Acker smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just think Aunt is beautiful and has good temperament. If you had sisters, they'd surely be just as pretty."
"Really? Unfortunately, I'm already old." The middle-aged woman touched the hair behind her ear.
"You're not old, not at all. Aunt, you look young and beautiful, and your demeanor is wonderful. If I were a guy, I'd be smitten by you at first sight." Bella Acker waved her hand.
"You and your sweet talk." The middle-aged woman laughed, "Bella, if you don't mind, just call me Aunt Rhodes. My last name is Rhodes."
"Sure, Aunt Rhodes." Bella changed her term of address with a beaming smile, "Aunt Rhodes, are you from Creston? After we met last time, I thought I wouldn't see you again. I didn't expect to run into you today. What a coincidence."
