Novel & Cerita Long Veil

Remi stood like a vision pulled from a dream, wrapped in a wedding gown that flowed around her in soft, luminous waves. The fabric clung delicately to her waist before spilling into a graceful train, every step catching the light like whispered promises. Lace traced her shoulders and bodice, intricate and tender, as if stitched with devotion itself. Her veil framed her face, sheer and airy, and beneath it her eyes shone—nervous, hopeful, glowing with the weight of forever.

They sat me on a low stool in front of a small mirror and began to work. One woman brushed my hair until it shone. Another rubbed scented oil into my skin—lavender and something earthy that smelled of the forest. A third painted my eyelids with soft gray powder and lined them with black. They wove tiny white flowers into my hair, then draped a long veil over my shoulders that fell to my waist. The dress they had chosen for me was deep blue with silver threads running through the sleeves and hem. It hugged my body in a way that felt strange—beautiful, but not mine. They tied the sash around my waist and stepped back to look at me. “You look like a Luna,” one wo

Chapter 200: The Veiled Luna Vivienne POV Lance returned with a long black veil that covered the lower half of my face and fell softly over my shoulders. It was plain, without jewels or unnecessary decoration, which was perfect because I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I only wanted enough concealment to stop the visitors from recognizing me too quickly and enough fabric between my mouth and the room to hide the insults I might whisper when they started speaking nonsense. I tied it securely behind my head, adjusted the folds and looked at Lance. “Can you still tell when I’m angry?”

The Veil was not only testing the crown but also the resolve of those who served it. Aera traversed the halls with silent grace, observing, listening, and guiding. The crown emitted a faint glow, illuminating subtle manipulations and revealing concealed threads of influence. Every misstep, every hesitation, every trace of apprehension was meticulously recorded and analysed, preparing for the day when the Veil’s network would be unveiled.

Ancient pillars formed a perfect ring, each carved with strange symbols that glowed faintly in the moonlight. “Whoa,” she breathed. The stones were enormous—taller than any building she had ever seen. “What is this place?” Kael stepped into the circle slowly. “This is where the Veil is thinnest.” Luna hesitated before following him. As soon as she crossed into the ring of stones, a strange warmth spread through her body. The air hummed softly. Almost like music. “What are those symbols?” she asked. “They are older than kingdoms,” Kael replied.

"Yes, Nelson, that's correct." Helen couldn't help but feel victorious, thinking that she'd won another unspoken battle over me.

The white veil was a sheer, delicate shroud draped over my copper hair, pinned in place by a diamond tiara that felt like a crown of ice. "The press has lined the entire block, mademoiselle," Madame Laurent’s assistant whispered as she fluffed the massive, architectural train of my gown. "The flashbulbs are visible even through the stained glass." "Let them look," I said, my voice empty of any warmth. The door to the vestry clicked open, and the seamstresses instantly curtsied, gathering their shears and spare pins before slipping out of the room like ghosts. In the mirror’s reflection, Killian walked in.

Her makeup and hair is looking as beautiful as always. "Wow, Eve. You are looking awesome and I can bet Giovanni won't be able to take off his eyes from you." She remarks with a smirk making me blush. "Shut up." I mumble shyly before turning to Leena who suggests that I need a touch-up on my makeup and then she also puts a Corded lace cathedral-length veil over my head to cover my face. Mom hands me the flower bouquet which has different types of flowers arranged in it.

Elegant, something that suits your personal taste very well. In addition to that, it was noticeable the gloves larger than usual, without the coat of arms that the princess obviously wore, and the black scarf and hijab veil with a face scarf that yes, were definitely one of hers. Lauren couldn't help but bring the scarf close to her face to feel the perfume already impregnated in the fabric no matter how many times it was cleaned.

Derrick is a sweet man I must say, very thoughtful. When they finally finished, I barely recognized myself. They’d chosen a deep crimson gown that hugged every curve, flaring subtly at the bottom with a high slit that allowed the fabric to trail elegantly as I walked. The veil—a sheer, translucent fabric draped over my hair and face—added an air of mystery. I couldn’t deny it: I looked stunning.