It was a beautiful piece of work. White blossoms had been woven together into a cascading floral curtain, with vibrant red roses scattered throughout. A sheer layer of crimson chiffon rested beneath the flowers, giving the entire piece a soft, romantic appearance.
"Such beautiful craftsmanship!"
"Look at the roses! They match the wedding robes perfectly."
"Whoever made this certainly knows their work."
The head artist carefully lifted the veil and placed it over Sol's head.
The white flowers fell around his face, concealing the burn mark across his cheek and jaw. Only the delicate arrangement of blossoms and the red chiffon could be seen from outside.
"Don't move. Let me adjust this side."
Sol stood quietly while the men made their final adjustments.
When they finally stepped back, one of them brought a polished bronze mirror.
He looked at his reflection.
For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
