Valeria's parents, friends and family were unanimous on this point: the girl's facial features were of a rare beauty. These compliments didn't flatter Valeria's ego; on the contrary, she seemed weary of hearing them... The schoolgirl didn't care about her physical appearance, preferring to cultivate the beauty of her soul. No one realized this except Father Soubiran, Valeria's confessor, to whom Valeria had confided her desire to leave school at eighteen and enter holy orders. Father Soubiran nurtured this holy desire in her by entrusting her with more and more responsibilities in the parish.
Valeria was now in charge of a group of children of First Communion age at the catechism school, and Rémi, a scout, was helping her with this task by preparing games for the little ones after the lesson. Rémi seemed fascinated by the catechist's beauty, and on this special day decided to confess his attraction to her. He fetched a bouquet of white roses, which until then had been hidden in the parish hall cupboard.
“- Happy birthday Valeria!” Rémi said happily, proudly holding up his bouquet.
Valeria was startled to hear him speak behind her. She hadn't seen the young man arrive, too busy sweeping the room. She turned and Rémi held out his bouquet, stammering:
"- Valeria, for a long time I... I've been looking for a way to tell you, but I can't find the words... I love you! Please accept this bouquet as a token of my sincere feelings.
- I thank you for your gesture, but my heart is already taken.
- Do I have a rival?" Rémi asked, laughing, sure of his appeal
"Yes and no. My sweetheart, no one can match Him. Rémi, I want to be a nun. Goodbye Rémi, see you soon."
Valeria left the catechism room, singing one of her favorite hymns, “J'irai la voir un jour."
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