As the crowd retreated, Lynn walked in slowly. Hillena sat quietly at the edge of the bed, a white veil over her head, with star and moon patterns embroidered on it—obviously made by the bride herself.
Even with simple conditions, she insisted on maintaining this sense of ritual.
The veil was made from a white muslin dress she cut and sewed herself, and the star and moon patterns were embroidered with bone needles with the help of Lida and others.
After entering the room, Lynn, reeking of alcohol, sat beside her.
"Dear, did you drink a lot?"
Feeling the orchid fragrance emanating from her side and the hidden tenderness in the word "dear," Lynn's heart suddenly raced.
He took a deep breath and, emboldened by the alcohol, lifted the white veil.
