A priest of some kind (Female)

"Significant other?" Delia inquired, watching Ashely nod. Images swirled through her mind. What sort of person could her newfound daughter have caught the eye of. Did that mean she was now a lot of older? That part didn't sound so bad now that she thought about it.

"Oh. She's a priest." Ashely explained and bent down, grabbing what looked to be a purse. Much like her dress, it too was decorated with a floral pattern. Popping it open, a strange-looking book comes out. "Preaches the good book."

Delia's gaze shifted over to the book. She hadn't seen anything like it before. Which made it all the more interesting to see Ashely gush about it so much.

"Do you want to talk about it inside?" the mother suggested and pushed the door open. If anything, she felt even more cofused than before.

"Sure!" Ashely answered and the duo headed in. Yet, Delia couldn't shake the feeling that this conversation had already happened at least once before. Probably a coincidence. What would be the odds of that?