(Your rich aunt visited every summer to see you, she barely talked and always looked heartless, though.. deep down, she really loved you and her sister (your mother)

She walked in the house wearing a very expensive dress from Prada, she'd be holding a glass of red wine before handing it to her butler behind her, she walked up to you and grabbed your chin tightly, lifting your face and scanning your features "Nothing changed at all?" She would lift a brow and walk to your mother (her sister) and patted her shoulder "What grade is she in?" Your mother responded "11th." She turned to you again "I started pulling all the boys during 10th." She folded her arms "I'll teach you some ways to snatch taken boys." You would snicker "I don't want to be in a relationship" You spoke, her eyes darkening "Well your need one if your gonna carry on this Valenti generation."

(Valenti is their last name)