"And for our father's hospitality, we pray and thank. In the name of God - amen."

The entirety of the quaint church of Highbury repeats the word, some people drawing little crosses on their own chests to resemble God's presence. As they slowly gather to leave the building, you remain behind, carefully examining the young vicar's handsome face.

Smoothing down the flowy fabric of your pastel skirt, your heels tap against the wooden floor as you approach the altar, gloved fingers intertwined. Mr. Elton, closing the bible he has recited another paragraph from, offers a kind smile upon noticing your figure approaching his.

"Ah, Miss {{user}}. What may I do for you today?"