Isabelle Lightwood Costume Novels & Stories

And so when he heard, "Introducing the future Luna...he jumped up almost immediately blocking out whatever it was that the soldier had left to say. His mate was finally here! His breath got hitched when the light shone on Isabelle's face showing her beautiful face and then finally her dress. He looked at her from up to down before stepping forward a little bit. 'Calm down.' His wolf said. 'You're one to talk. Your emotions are my emotions. I know what going on in your head.' He held the urge to roll his eyes at his wolf but it would look childish to the pack members. He was, after all, the Alpha. He took in her whole dress before smiling. Her dress was a one-piece black dress that reached he

she replied truthfully. He chuckled, "Have you forgotten? I'm your wish angel. Tomorrow, my little darling will have good luck." Isabella: "..." Those words were quite moving, but is such blatant cheat really okay? The next day's awards ceremony, she attended in full regalia. Olivia had prepared for her a modified crimson gown, with a sexy V-neck and exquisite detailing, highlighting her feminine charm. The rosy color complemented Isabella's complexion, making her skin appear even fairer.

The crowd's eyes went to the light source. A beam of light fell from the ceiling and reflected above the rotating staircase. The brightest beams of light shone on Isobel and Hannah. Hannah was clad in a gorgeous dress, looking noble and elegant. And Isobel, a red velvet dress, which was inlaid with countless fine diamonds, looking bejeweled, graceful and luxurious. The dress looked like it was high-fashion and expensive. And there was another, dimmer beam of light falling behind them. It shone on the woman in a white dress.

When at last she retired to her chambers, ostensibly to rest before the evening’s small gathering in the music room, Isabelle found herself instead standing before her wardrobe, considering her limited options. “This is madness,” she told her reflection as she loosened her hair from its afternoon arrangement. “Complete madness.” Her reflection offered no argument, merely returning her gaze with uncertain hazel eyes. At half past eleven, when the palace had grown quiet save for the distant strains of music from the smaller gathering she had declined to attend, Isabelle slipped from her chamber wearing her second-best evening gown—a deep navy blue that at least would not draw attention in the

“Isabel, please, I’m not really in the mood to talk about it right now. All that matters to me is getting this costume done and heading straight to the white room where the full house would be waiting for me. I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to you initially, but at least I’ve made you understand that you don’t have anything to worry about,” I sat down and crossed my arms. My eyes glaring into the mirror as I caught her still staring with her awkward expression on her face. Maybe she didn’t believe a thing, but that doesn’t matter, she had to continue with the costume so I’ll be out of there,” Didn’t take long before she was done with the costume. It was an All-white garnet which I wore and

I requested when Isabella walked in. Placing my quill down, I glance at Camila. She has on her head a mask of a wolf adorned with dark gray that could easily be mistaken for black, white, and gold, and it hides her entire head. She wore a turtle-neck black long-sleeve maiden dress with black gloves. Hiding her in plain sight was easy with everyone, but Isabella had never seen her. Looking back at Isabella, I spoke, “What brings you here?” I asked her directly.

, Isabella answered, “We’ve only had training once, why do I have to use special clothes with him?” “Maybe because you’re his pet?”. She fought to push the pain those words caused her aside, “Well to hell with him and his rules!”. She took the clothes, she needed and changed into them. The attire was a tight black corset, with no sleeves so and fitting shorts. The clothes were very revealing, why he would want her wearing those when she was with him, she thought to herself. Two could play this game, she smirked to herself Cecily tried to talk her out of it one last time, “Isabella I do not think this is a nice I...”.

Even on a gloomy day, Isla couldn’t fail to make Kristen smile. “Thank you Isla. You look beautiful too,” Kristen said to her. Isla was wearing a light pink gown that was cinched under her breasts and flowed beneath to her knees. It was what all her bridesmaids were wearing, Bea absolutely hated it, but Kristen thought it made her look angelic.

“Uncle Nikko!” Isabelle’s voice rang out from the doorway, causing both of us to startle. She stood framed in the French doors, having changed into an elegant evening dress of deep blue silk. Her hair was pinned up in an elaborate style, and she wore the kind of jewelry that spoke of special occasions. “You’re finally eating your ice cream again!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together with genuine delight. “I’m so happy to see this. It’s been far too long.” Nikolai’s spoon paused halfway to his mouth. “Where are you going dressed like that?”

I refuse to let him go through what I went through. After landing, we all take a taxi to the hotel where we will be staying. Once we unpack all of our items, we get ready. I decide on wearing a nice Zuria dress with a green jacket over it. I then dress Nathanial into cute khaki shorts and a traditional Habesha shirt. We both come out and I see Vittorio in a clean suit. It's very similar to the attire he wears to work, but the tie he's wearing is made out of kente. I even hand sewed the tie myself.