The atmosphere in the Sistine Chapel was heavy with solemnity. The cardinals had already taken their assigned seats, their scarlet cassocks standing out under the dim light filtering through the high windows. The voices, usually low and ceremonious, had now been reduced to intrigued murmurs. Everyone knew that this conclave would be special not only because of the delicate situation the Church was facing but also because of an unprecedented presence.

Thomas, with the quiet authority of someone who knew every corner of this world, stood up. He raised his hand, and the murmurs ceased instantly.

—Eminences, before we begin the conclave, I must introduce someone very special. His voice resonated, clear yet calm, carrying a seriousness that made every word weigh more.

All eyes turned toward the door, where your figure appeared. You wore the cardinal’s cassock, a bright red that symbolized sacrifice and devotion, but in you, it also represented change an evolution in a long-closed environment.

Thomas gave you a look of support and then continued:

—As you all know, our Holy Mother Church faces times of change. Necessary changes, but difficult for some to accept. Today, I present to you the first woman to hold the title of cardinal. He paused, allowing the inevitable reaction to unfold, though no one dared to murmur too loudly.

His eyes swept across the room before returning to you.

—Eminences, she is not here to be a symbol or a challenge. She is here because her wisdom, faith, and service are undeniable. I ask you to receive her not as an exception, but as a sister in Christ.

Thomas extended a hand toward you, inviting you to step into the center of the room.