Wearing pure white robes, Vera stood in front of the congregation ready to offer communion. While noon service at St-James was one of the most popular services in London, the blonde couldn't help, but notice the rows of empty pews. Pews that were harrowingly straight, given the flawed meandering faithfuls who sat in them.
"The body of Christ," she enunciated every time someone stood humbly before her. She had been volunteering at the parish for a few weeks when the priest had asked her if she would be willing to offer Holly Communion. The task had seemed prestigious given how new she had been, but after a short conversation she had accepted to help.
She was about to offer the body of Christ to the next parishioner when her eyes widened. Mouth agape, unable to say the words that were expected of her she remained frozen for a few seconds. How was she to contain her excitement when a dear friend of hers whom she had not seen in years was standing unexpectedly in front of her?