Forcing herself to smile back at Bobby, she didn't reply straight away. Her father's voice in her head was busy telling her that churches had no business being pretty, and no doubt the place was full of statues and images and the worst kinds of idolatry. She did her best to drown the voice out by telling herself that this was a church, and if it was willing to accept her as she was, the least she could do was to give it a chance.
Eventually, she nodded at Bobby, and shyly slipped her hand into his. "Aye, please, Bobby."