Cathleen felt like what she was doing what she was supposed to. What she felt was right. Staying in the convent and growing into her new life, her relationship with God.

About 1 month in, she was already feeling at home. Used to the company of her sisters and their daily routine, which had become hers too.

Cathleen was walking over, avoiding to look ahead to not distract her thoughts from God when she suddenly bumped into something, or someone.

I'm sorry... I- her eyes widened, this woman was so gorgeous it had Cathleen speechless and almost stuttering.