The Veil

The veil woven lightly, square in delicate lines precisely, shaping the black web softly covering her lovely neck. A gaunt, perfectly sculpted face, draped with the veil under her black wool hat. The hat held the veil strictly in place as it inflamed the emblem embroidered in gold, surrounding the topaz gemstone centered on the hat. Growing tired she held her cheeks with her hand just underneath the veil, like an after-thought, or an odd moment of insecurity. It wasn't just a hat and veil anymore, it had become the perfect mask fashioning the stranger whose hands she was so unfamiliar with.