As the carriage began to slow, Thérèse finally let go of his hand to pick up her veil, arranging it over her face demurely before looking up at Christopher again. "How do I look?" As pathetic as perhaps it sounded, she wanted to look her best for Julien. Sure, the dress was simple and her hair was simply pulled back, but she wanted to look polished, not decorated. She didn't want to look scruffy. Julien deserved more than that.
"I think I will get perhaps a small posey of wildflowers. Julien always loved the countryside but we never got to go often." There was a tone of regret in her voice as the carriage slowed, and she readjusted her veil, beads clutched close again.