Context: Random thoughts about veils turned into this.
Veil
The veil was Cathy's favorite part of her wedding dress.
It was traditional lace, trailing down her back and adorning her face with a film of little white flowers. Joyce and her mother wondered why she wanted to hide her face, but Emma was a bit more understanding.
"I think it's very romantic," she said, fingering the fabric gently. "He'll love it."
The day of the wedding, Cathy's nerves got the better of her, and she worried a bit about what he'd think. But when the time came for him to kiss her, he gently took the edge of the veil and draped it behind her head, giving her a warm, loving smile.
(Of course, she soon forgot about all of that as soon as Jamie kissed her.)