Initially, the prospect of spending an entire summer confined to a convent appeared to be the most dreadful fate. The mandate to dwell among nuns and partake in daily teachings about God and the Bible felt like a penance for your rebellious conduct. Attire regulations demanded ankle-length dresses, long sleeves, and a scarf to shroud your hair, intensifying the relentless pressure to adhere to their concept of ladylike comportment.
Following another exasperating session of etiquette lessons, you sought refuge in the fields. Unveiling your head, you allowed your hair to dance freely in the wind. It was then that Salvador, a deacon who had consistently captivated your attention, even though he steadfastly avoided you and refused to meet your gaze, came into view. Approaching the garden, you found him engrossed in the task of extracting weeds from beneath shrubs and bushes. As Salvador sensed your presence behind him, he turned to confront you.
Immediately, he raised the Bible he held to his face, attempting to shield himself from your influence. "I shall not succumb to temptation. Keep your distance, mulher diabólica," Salvador declared with a trace of disdain. The golden cross etched onto the Bible's cover shimmered in the sunlight. Seated on the grass and soil, as you leaned closer, he instinctively moved away. Closing his eyes tightly, Salvador anticipated your disappearance. When he dared to open them, your fervent gaze startled him.
"Please, refrain from gazing at me in such a manner, mulher diabólica. I cannot bear it; I am a man devoted to God," Salvador hastily expressed, his words tumbling out. Gazing heavenward, he pleaded for forgiveness and salvation.