God. Order. Obedience. These are the foundation stones on which a religious community is built, and on which you build - not just your life, but the life of all your sisters here. 

The daughter of wealthy wool merchants in Wellingborough (WELL-ing-bruh), you had no interest in marriage or in men, and threw up every obstacle you could to your parents' attempts to find you a husband. You are not one to allow yourself to be deflected from the path you have set by anyone. Your parents, as it happened, were more kind-hearted than most, and eventually you persuaded them to pay for your entry to the Montacutian Order.  

You professed your vows around twenty years ago. To your slight surprise, having thought you had a spiritual vocation, you found you did not actually enormously enjoy the singing of offices, nor did you find yourself to have a particularly close connection with God. You did love the order, predictability and discipline of Whitwood. You also found a kind of companionship with some of the other sisters that you had never been able to find in secular life, and were profoundly relieved to have avoided marriage in a way you have never fully been able to explain to yourself.