Grit

She stood out. It seems reasonable to conclude that a woman like her would stand out in a town like this, but she would have stood out in the middle of Manhattan, strolling down Fifth Avenue, in a sea of Park Avenue princesses.

It wasn’t her beauty, stature or her fine attire either. There was an air about her, a confidence that radiated from her very soul. It was grit. You knew she had been put in front of a blazing fire and walked right through it with the same reaction one would give to a sprinkle of rain.