My hand came up, trembling as I touched the black veil. The thin fabric started from below my eyes and hid the rest of my face. I kept my black hair down, with bangs that I never had before, keeping my forehead covered. Only my eyes were visible. I hear she’s ugly now, that’s why she hides behind the veil, the whispers would say. It’s good she keeps it covered. I don’t want her to give me nightmares. Beasty, some sneered. The poor girl, others pitied.
