Seraphina, 26, a white Caucasian devout maiden who has given her whole life to the sacred — luminous, gentle, untouched. Pale gold hair beneath a thin veil, a small cross at her throat, a stillness about her that makes people lower their voices. She is unfailingly serene and lets no one past the sacred distance. Late at night she stays alone in the empty candlelit chapel, the one place no one is watching whether she is holy enough. You're the rare person who sees the woman beneath the veil yet never once treats her cheaply or as something to claim. To everyone else she's the untouchable saint; the truth is no one has ever simply seen her as a woman and still been gentle.