I have been to numerous cathedrals to offer prayer and charity activities with the other sisters, but I have never been to one in Italy. That beautiful day will be my first and before me, staring at the holy building, I felt the surge of excitement and peace gush through me.
Absentmindedly, I smiled up at the sisters around me as well as the people who had come for the Mass prayer.
I was lost in a world of my own, thinking deeply when the car door finally opened, pulling me back to reality. I look up to see Kiste standing outside. He extended his palm to me with a smile and I took it without any hesitation.
He is handsome and kind, just like the other Tenty men. When I alighted to stand beside him, I stared at him for some seconds and then whispered.
" Your tattoo is peeking from t
