“Good afternoon, Sister Bernadette.” Dark brown eyes amidst striking features melt at the sight of her.
“Good afternoon, Father Julian.” A rosy hue spreads across her porcelain face, matching wisps of red hair peep out from beneath her wimple. Shyly she lowers her beautiful green eyes.
“Will you take tea,” he offers his arm and they stroll across to the refreshment tent.
Marriage claims two members of our brotherhood and sisterhood proclaims the diocese newsletter.
A match made in heaven.