Fly Me To The Moon

Guilty as charged. That's what Stellar felt as soon as her foot landed on the pavement when she stepped out of the car.

Peering up, the larger than life newly built church with a modern design of clean lines of white frames and walls of glass and had a giant steel cross in the center which stretched from the floor to the roof was a sight to behold.

This place of worship, however, no matter how attractive, was nothing compared to the beauty of the smaller century-old church made of stone and wooden beams behind it, which was currently being renovated to preserve its history and grandeur.

When Stellar was younger, her mind would always wander during mass, daydreaming of living inside that small chapel as if it was her own life-size dollhouse because of how pretty the mosaic stained windows were to her eyes.