Still White Veils Novels & Stories

In a reassuring tone, Naomi said, “Good. I’ll tell you what to do. First, take off this long veil. It’s fastened with a very large number of pins. Just focus, and everything will be fine.” Adham stepped closer and stood behind her, staring at the veil with intense concentration. His confusion was obvious. “I don’t see anything… nothing like what you’re describing.” Smiling, Naomi said, “Just focus, Adham. There are nearly two hundred pins, all white—exactly the same color as the dress. It’s very easy.” Tension crept into Adham’s voice. “All right… I’ll do it.” In a soft, weary voice, Naomi pleaded,

I was dressed in white then my mother escorted me to a chamber that is also white, where all the women and girls in this place gather and feast while waiting for the men to settle the business in the banquet chamber. From a distance, through my white veil, they all looked like brides posy bouquet; baby pink, pastel blue, and dark navy as a contrast. Just that these flowers could not stay still like brides posy bouquets, they kept moving from time to time, busy doing whatever they had to do.

Daniel asked without taking his amused look off Sam. “It will be another time, my girlfriend is indisposed and we have to go back,” Arthur answered half uncomfortably. He didn't like that man, just as he didn't like the fact that he was a friend of the Deltons and Jones, it was obvious that he was part of their shady business. “By the way, you didn't answer my question,” Daniel attacked. “It's a private question, Mr. White. You alone have had the decency to ask about my bride's veil, it is a custom in her country," he lied to get out of the way.

“Do you need help?” The habit is a modern one, with a white dress falling down to just above my ankles and a light blue pinafore over it. There’s no Whipple, but the coif and veil are a bit of a struggle. “I’m fine, but I can’t get the veil on.” “Come here. Let me help.”

The white was so flawless, and she couldn't clearly see who the person was. The person clapped twice, and other people appeared, all of them wearing different colours; they were putting on red, blue, green, and white with silver tiaras on their heads; they were all women and were circling her, calculating them all with the former three; they were eleven in numbers plus their leader, who seems to be wearing white, making them twelve. Melina shivered in fear as she stood right in the mist of the mysterious women; they all dressed royally and stood majestically.

Their faces are alight with joy, laughter rings in the air as they admire some exquisite ornaments we had seized from the royal house and the nobles who did not surrender in Elanor kingdom. Necklaces of gleaming gold, bracelets encrusted with sparkling jewels, and intricate tiaras adorned their delicate forms, each piece a testament to Elanor’s wealth. As they twirl and dance, their silken garments swirls around them in a riot of colours. In the midst of that, my sharp eyes catch someone who is playing no part in the display of colours, she is wearing odd shade of white, odd fashion and a veil is around her neck, hiding the mark that I put on her.

She simply taps the bolts she wants to see more of and he nimbly plucks them into a separate pile. “I’d like to see some cathedral length veils. Maybe tulle, silk organza, lace, net. Cream colored, not stark white.” She orders. “Of course, m’lady. What is the occasion?” He questions. “My lady’s maid will be leaving my service for her moon ceremony.” She gestures in my direction. “She’s been with me since she was a child, I would like to gift her a proper veil.” She says as if she is bestowing such generosity.

She was timid and frail, and I didn't want her to accompany me outside all the time, or she would surely fall ill. I turned and left, noticing the white veil, memories of that day flashing before my eyes. I ripped off the veil and threw it to the ground, angrily reprimanding the maids in the room, "Didn't I say I don't want this kind of white veil anymore?" "Please forgive us," the maid in charge of accessories knelt down with a thud, "Your Highness, I didn't prepare the white veil today. It was Eileen who prepared it." My anger stuck in my throat, frowning at Eileen, I said disapprovingly, "What's wrong with you? I said I don't want to wear white veils when I go out from now on."

It was a very bright and sunny day, unlike the dark and gloomy turmoil in my heart. I could hear the footsteps of the stylists as they walked around the room, chatting loudly and praising me. I sat in front of the vanity as they did their job. But despite the whole makeover, I was still gloomy from the way my destiny or perhaps the course of my life was headed. The stylist adjusted the veil I was wearing, her face spread into a smile. "You look stunning, your grace." She said, beaming as she found the perfect fit. I wore a flowing white gown of delicate lace and perfect silk. The stylist adjusted my veil once again before quickly adjusting it back to the previous one.

I moved swiftly, thinking of what I was going to wear and smiled to myself when I saw a beautiful flowing white gown that cascaded down my body like a river of moonlight. The delicate fabric hugged my curves, symbolizing purity and submission. Something that Sheila could never have or be. I fastened the clasps, my fingers trembling as the metal clicked into place and I winced a bit as I had picked myself in the process. Next, the veil. I would never forget that even if the entire world was ending. Thanks to Caleb, I had a variety of veils to pick from so I selected a shiny black veil that had sparkles on it and pinned it to my hair.