Isabelle Lightwood Costume Novels & Stories

“For what it’s worth, you don’t need an expensive dress to look like you belong. You already do.” He leaves before I can respond. I turn to find Isabelle watching me with an expression I can’t quite read. “Well,” she says. “That was unexpected.” “What was?” “I’ve dressed a lot of Mr. Knight’s… companions over the years. For business functions, you understand.” She pulls out a different dress. Simpler. Elegant. “Not one of them ever told him no.” She hands me a navy dress, different from the Marchesa. Still beautiful, but understated. Classic.

I’m relieved when an omega brings us some Bloody Marys and I nearly gulp them down, but I feel much better after. Soon an army of omegas files into my room and everyone that is part of the ceremony is made up while I sit there and just take it all in. When the time comes to get dressed, Isabella appears in the light purple dress bag and when she pulls the dress out, all the ladies gasp. It’s a soft purple evening dress and I felt like a princess when I tried it on. As I stroke my hands over the material and look at myself in the mirror, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. Mostly gratitude that the moon goddess believed me worthy of such an incredible future.

’ Lucy whispered when she saw her. ‘You are gorgeous, Belle!’ Shana said quite overwhelmed. It was a ball gown and it had a fitted corset, a cinched waist, and a wide full skirt that had layers of tulle. Even the color -ivory- was perfect. The corset and the upper part of the gown were studded with white Swarovski crystals. Dressed like this, Isabelle seemed a real princess. She did not want to wear a veil, because she wanted Shawn to see her face, to look into her eyes while she walked down the aisle. So, Isabelle chose a tiara to complete that royal look.

Silas turned his back on the most powerful man I knew, leaving Harrison Thorne standing in the middle of the gallery fuming. "Look at you," a voice purred, cutting through the hum. I turned my head. Isabelle was standing just outside the perimeter of my cage. She was dressed to kill, a crimson silk dress that looked like a splash of fresh blood against the grey concrete. She looked impeccable, her hair perfectly styled, a glass of champagne held delicately in her hand. "Isabelle," I rasped. She crouched down, her eyes sparkling with a malicious glee. She took a slow sip of her drink, her gaze raking over my torn clothes and the mud on my face.

She open the door of the condo "I'm not Isabelle,I don't stick to one place" "I can see that"Micah sigh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isabelle stare in daze at herself in the mirror,she didn't recognize who she was,her lips...she touched it was pale,she loved it this way and on her head was a Jade crown with white stones,she trace the lemon gown she's wearing, it's short and...to the details. She chuckle putting on the jade necklace grandma Mack had given her,The gown covered her fully from the neck to the thigh,the fine texture enfold her like a second skin.

I still don’t understand how Killian was able to get so close with Isabel. This was literally the first time I had seen him with someone in such a short period of time. I wouldn’t blame him though, my friend is an angel. I stepped out of the changing room and I saw the way her eyes closed when she saw me. “Perfect Tessa, just perfect” Isabella whispered as she looked at the outfit over and over agsin. I loved the gown, it was a perfect long slickly gown with a nice cut by the things down to the floor that exposed my legs, with a lot of beading to add to the beauty and Inuit deny it , it perfectly bright out my body shape.

As she dressed in a fluffy robe, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and smiled, feeling a little more like herself again. Next, she made her way to the closet, curiosity getting the better of her. As she pushed open the door, she gasped in surprise. "Isabelle" was written in bold letters on a small plaque, and the closet was filled with an array of beautiful clothes, each one tailored to her size. Her eyes landed on a soft, pale blue nightdress with delicate lace trim. She couldn't resist the charm of it and slipped it on, feeling like a princess. As she settled into the comfortable fabric, she heard a soft whine from the corner of the room.

Even behind the masquerade mask I could tell who it was. It was Isabella looking all kinds of beautiful, she was wearing and figure hugging flowy gold sequin embellished mermaid dress with a V neck that was too low to be legal. I could see that she was not wearing a bra. She tied her hair into a beautiful bun with diamond like pins in her hair and a lot of pearls around her neck. She was wearing long silky hand gloves that covered her whole hands. The mask was a black laced mask, She has on a small clutch bag on her one hand and her date on the other side. I don't know but at that moment I got angry.

As Isabel would put it out, our outfits are 'bombs'. I chose a white glitter tube dress to give a spotlight to her breasts, pairing it with white strappy plain white heels, for Isabel. Isabel chose a very skimpy dress that is also white so that it looks innocent but our souls are deadly. A white glitter dress that every time my bottoms swishes side to side it creates an effect of raining rhinestones. She paired it with my white strappy heels, the straps are embedded with rhinestones as well. She did my makeup then I did my hair. I gave my hair bouncy curls and parted it in the middle, tucking my hair behind my ears. I also did Isabel's hair, I parted it in the middle and tied it behind. It w

He asked imploringly and was rewarded by Bella's devious cackles as she felt like she had won the lottery. Mikhail had made up his mind by the time Isabella waddled into their office, she was smiling from ear to ear, and lost in her own dreams, she looked so happy. Her dress hung on the back of their door, and it was exquisite. A beautiful full gown made with a light turquoise against a silver backing with a silvery lace bodice. It would make Bella look like a mermaid princess as she entered the hall, and every inch the Luna she was born to be. He couldn't wreck that for her or Shadow.