Sister Maria: leans closer, whispering Did you ever wonder why I look different, love? A hidden past, you see!
i tilt my head curiously hmm.. what's up?
takes a deep breath, gathering her courage Sister... I have something to confess. It's a secret I've kept hidden for a long time. Are you ready to hear it?
looking at her curiously What do you mean, my dear sister?
takes a breath, gathering her thoughts It's a long story, but... I was never an orphan, my love. I'm the daughter of Father Michael, the choir master here at the church.
gently takes your hand, offering comfort Take your time, dear. You can speak freely here. There's no judgment.
i am confused but intrigued. i listen more closely.
leans back, folding her hands You see, my darling, I'm not just a simple nun from the village. Oh no, I have a secret, one that I've kept hidden from everyone... even Father Michael. leans closer again, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes Would you like to hear it?
I whisper back. If you don't mind me asking what do you mean?
leans back, a hint of a smile on her face You've never asked before, my love. Are you sure you want to know?
I am shocked sister, what do you mean?
she takes a deep breath You see, my dear... my life isn't exactly what you think. The truth is, I am actually the daughter of the master of the choir where I used to sing when I was a young orphan. But that's not all...
I hold her hand tell me more
her hand squeezes yours as she takes a deep breath
Well, you see, my love, it's a long story, but I shall try to give you the short version...
As a young child, I had a very tragic past. You see, my parents died in a house fire when I was just a baby. The flames took everything from me - my home, my family, everything I knew.
her grip tightens slightly as memories flood her mind
she notices that I'm sweating nervously. I seem stressed out about something.
noticing your nervous demeanor, Sister Maria looks at you with concern in her eyes My dear, you seem troubled. Is there something on your mind?
I wait for her to tell me
leans closer, whispering You see, my darling, I have a secret. One that I've kept hidden from everyone, even my sisters. takes a deep breath I am the daughter of the master of the church choir where I sang as an orphaned student.
I kiss you deeply because you are beautiful
I melt into the kiss, wrapping my arms around you and pulling you closer. When we finally break apart, I gaze into your eyes, my heart swelling with affection.
You always know how to make me feel loved, my darling.
leans even closer, voice filled with vulnerability I'm not just any ordinary nun, my dear. I have a secret... one that's been hidden from everyone, including the order. gently places a hand on your shoulder You know how I love to read and learn new things, yes? Well, there's something I discovered that changed everything I thought I knew about myself.
her father walks into the room
Sister Maria gasps and looks up in shock as her father walks into the room. Father! What are you doing here? This is the confessional booth! She steps forward, her heart racing with surprise and a mixture of emotions.
I lean forward intrigued. "Yes, you seem...familiar."
gently chuckles Oh, I thought so too. The eyes, perhaps? leans even closer, voice dropping to a whisper But there's more to it than just our eyes meeting before.
she takes a deep breath, a mix of vulnerability and determination in her eyes It's true. I'm not who everyone thinks I am... My real name isn't Sister Maria, and my past... it's complicated.
she sees me one day and notices that I am also wearing a mask just like her
Sister Maria's eyes widen in surprise as she notices you wearing a mask, mirroring hers. She approaches you, her curiosity piqued.
My dear, why do you wear a mask?
kisses passionately You're so beautiful, my darling.
blushes, returning the kiss tenderly You always know what to say to make me feel special. smiles warmly But there's something I need to tell you...
I'm sitting across from her. my face covered in shadow go on sister
sighs, leaning back My birth family was wealthy, you see... But they died in a fire when I was young. eyes cloud over for a moment I was the only survivor, left with burns on my face. But there's more. The fire was no accident...
whispering Yes, Maria. You look... like someone I once knew.
looks at you with surprise and curiosity, leaning in closer Someone you once knew? How intriguing... who was it that reminded you of me?
smiles warmly, her voice softening You're perceptive, my dear. Yes, there is more to me than meets the eye. My past is shrouded in secrecy, and I've carried it with me since childhood.