Isabelle Lightwood Costume Novels & Stories

The outfit consisted of a bright pink gown, a blazer and pair of flat shoes let's not leave out the transparent glasses that finalizes the look and could easily pass for a nerdy outfit, - Dressed in the outfit I picked last night, I was sitting in the dinning when Isabelle descended the stairs with a beautifully dressed Lissa. "Mama!" she exclaimed, running towards me, I stood up to carry her in my arms. "Good morning Lissa," I said, smiling at her. Turning to face Isabelle I spoke again, "Good morning Belle." Lissa chuckled, clapping her hands "Guu morning Belle!" she mimicked me, making Isabelle smile

Luke thought. He couldn't stop looking at her. As usual, Isabelle’s face was bare of make-up. She had her hair lose which smelled like jasmine. He frowned though when he noticed what she had on. She was wearing the resort's uniform which was a powder blue top with rounded collar and a fitting dark blue skirt which went below her knees. "Why are you wearing those? Didn't Rona give you the check?" he asked with a frown.

she says kindly. Nearby, Rose twirls in front of a mirror. She looks stunning. Her dark red silk gown clings to her figure, flowing with every movement. Thin spaghetti straps frame her bare shoulders, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that’s both innocent and hauntingly seductive. Her short black hair is styled just enough to give her a gothic elegance, like a vampire princess waiting to strike. Isla is radiant in gold. Her dress is a regal ballgown with a tight corset and no sleeves. Her long curls shimmer in the light as she laughs with one of the seamstresses.

Chase mocked insulted and Celeste giggled and took another chip. “Celeste dear,” Isabella walked into the room and I turned to see her smiling. “Please do not take food off of a werewolf’s plate. They are very protective over their food.” She was wearing a long black dress with moons embroidered in silver threads down one side. I knew it was the dress she wore for ritual spell work.

"Just need to add the blood stains and we're set." Isabelle opened her eyes slowly, meeting her reflection in the mirror. She barely recognized herself. Her face was gaunt, hollowed by shadows and contour. Her eyes looked sunken, rimmed with exhaustion and pain. Her lips were cracked and pale. Bruises bloomed across her skin like dark flowers. She looked as broken as a princess captured by the enemy commander. The costume team approached next, adjusting the torn remains of Elara's once-elegant gown. The fabric was shredded at the hem, stained with dirt and blood. The sleeves hung loose, exposing her arms where more bruises had been painted.

Isabelle grumbled and Elena told her to calm down and try to read through the script. "Yuck! I can't wear this, it's too cheap and I might develop a rash. I’ll tell Alessandro to take me home and get some clothes, you should have informed me ahead so I would have brought them” Isabelle said to Lettice who gazed at her with surprise. “You do know that them there are special attires for movies right? Do you think we have the whole day? Get dressed in this cloth and come out now” Lettice ordered, somewhat angry and left the dressing room.

She nodded in agreement. By the time evening came, a new slew of people appeared. They were no doubt from the Red Eclipse pack, fully decked in festive clothes and jewellery to celebrate the moment. The rest of the ceremony went off without a hitch. I gasped as I saw Isabella in her dress. It was deep midnight blue which faded to white at the bust. Everything was so crystalline that I could swear it outshine any other body of light present. It was so beautiful. With a kiss to seal, it was done.

"You look absolutely breathtaking, Mrs. Anderson." Another stylist nodded in agreement. "This dress was made for you." Isabelle swallowed hard and glanced down at the shimmering gown hugging her body. It was nothing short of a masterpiece. The gown was an elegant blend of champagne gold and ivory, its intricate embroidery woven with delicate crystals that caught the light with every movement. The bodice hugged her curves perfectly, and the flowing skirt trailed gracefully behind her. She looked like royalty. "You’re glowing," Mary Jane said, smiling. Isabelle forced a small smile. "I suppose that’s what nerves do to you."

Her regal attire and graceful demeanour left guests captivated. Isabella wore her elegant evening gown, which Mahesh had given her. It was a stunning creation that clung to her curves beautifully, bringing out the best in her. The deep blue fabric brought out the colour of her eyes, and the neckline was low enough to be alluring without being too revealing. She felt confident and beautiful in the gown and knew she would turn heads when she entered the party. She had taken extra care with her appearance, ensuring her hair was perfectly curled and her makeup was subtle yet flattering. Her jewellery was simple but elegant, and she chose matching red heels to finish her look.

"Why? I'm telling the truth, my wife will be the most beautiful of the night. I'm not going to leave your side for a second." Sebastian kissed her neck and stepped back. Isabella was wearing a black dress that highlighted every curve of her body, but the most striking feature was the backless design accompanied by a Lariat necklace, a gift from Sebastian. She looked at herself one last time and was surprised to see the sparkle in her eyes. She seemed like a different woman, a loved woman, and above all, ready to be happy.