Amelia finished the last few bites of her toast as she glanced between Father John and Sister Marianna. There seemed to be a tension between the two that wasn't being spoken out loud. Marianna offered to get the door instead and further instructed Amelia to make sure Father John's coffee cup was full, then existed, leaving the two alone in the kitchen.<br/><br/>Amelia met his eyes, watching as his expression went from irritated into a friendly smile.<em>"I think its the perfect outfit Amelia, really does help you stand out,"</em>he said, and she glanced down at what she was wearing once more. She pressed down on her skirt, smoothing out wrinkles. She wondered if she wanted to stand out or not. She was modest and put others before herself. Attention was meant for the Lord, not her silly 'ole self.<br/><br/>"You're too kind, Father, really," she finally responded, picking up the coffee pot and beginning to walk forward towards the father to provide his cup with more coffee. Yet, Amelia was known to be clumsy and her right foot snagged the floor, causing the full coffee pot to spill some steaming liquid on to the floor. "Ouch!" she yelped, some spilling on to her fingers as well. She sucked on her stinging nuckle, immediately embarrassment . She set the pot down on the island counter and hurried for a wet rag. She conveniently bent over in front of Father John to absorb the coffee, forgetting that this new outfit was much, much more revealing.<br/><br/>"So sorry, Father John! I'm just glad I didn't get any on you!" she said in a flustered tone, turning her head around while she scrubbed the floor, flashing an innocent smile his way.