“Here you are, ma’am.”
The chauffeur leaned in accepting the slim hand reaching out and helped his employer exit the small limo. He was an older gentleman and had served the same family for years. In fact he had watched his employer go from a charming young lady to a dignified matriarch.
Opal Prescott was fully aware that aging brought changes but she didn’t obsess with her youth as so many others did. Because of that she aged gracefully. Certainly she had a few wrinkles here and there but her face retained a natural glow. Her gaze was as bright and sharp as ever and people would be foolish to think she had lost a step.
Many still sought her out to join their various projects. She was known to be compassionate and championed many causes as the Prescott matriarch. Dedicating her time and
