*Sister Theresa*

I am surprised when I see Miss Summer walk into the rear gardens late in the

afternoon wearing white silk and satin. I had known the marriage was to take place on this day; I just hadn’t expected to see the bride and the groom, who is equally as stylishly decked out in black.

“Miss Summer, the last time you came to us wearing a wedding gown you looked much less joyous. I assume I will not to be taking this gown to sell”. I tell her with a warm smile.

“No, Sister. And now I’m officially Mrs. Tempest”. The smile on the Young woman's face and the...