Isabelle Lightwood Costume Novels & Stories

“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.

I said. Magnus nodded. “Agreed.” Alexander smiled at me then. I could see the pride in his eyes. “Wise and bold,” he murmured. “You never fail to amuse me every time” I arched a brow. “Did you expect anything less?” He chuckled “Not even a little.” Then, unexpectedly, Isabella rose. Her dress was a deep forest green. She looked elegant as usual, like the princess she was. But it was the look on her face that made the room go silent. She looked vulnerable and….remorseful?

The flames made everything feel golden, the room, the moment, the future I was praying she would give me. I heard them before I saw them, Sophie’s giggles bouncing off the hallway walls, Isla’s lighter, softer laugh following behind. Then they entered. Isla in a simple cream sweater, her hair loose around her shoulders. No power suit, no senate mask, no armor. Just Isla. My Isla. Her eyes widened when she saw me standing awkwardly in the center of the room, because she instantly knew something was off.

Her rage hadn’t cooled but she would not abandon appearances. Image was power. Appearances were weapons. She rose, her movements smooth and deliberate. “Bring it to me.” She said. The maid hurried, returning with the gown–a deep crimson silk that shimmered like blood under the lights. Isabelle stepped into it, her expression carved from the marble as the fabric wrapped around her form.

She sat down and giggled as the toy moved as she moved. Isabella took off her wig and put on the white outfit over her nude one that was the same as Amber’s. She pulled out a toy from her purse and giggled. “I’m not letting you have all the fun.” She put on her gloves which were white satin. Then she added a white wig and looked like snow in some ways. It was the effect she was looking for. Her eyes were hidden just enough under the two layers to add a lot of mystery to the costume. “Ready?” “Yep. Let’s go see who’s here.” Amber led the way downstairs and found Jessica and Katie already there.

She walked over it. This is the red riding hood costume. Everyone already knew about the story of her and the wolf. Isabelle looked at the price tag. At only $125, she thought it was no big deal. "Mom, look. I want this one!" Emily approached her mother. Shows a dress he was carrying. A beautiful white dress with a red bow at the waist. Annabelle character dress. "Wow! That's a good choice." "I thought this was just one. Can we buy this?"

And for the first time in weeks, Callum’s voice cracked ever so slightly. “Tell him I’ll see him.” Back in the studio... The lights were dimmed now, golden pools of warmth cast across the polished floors. Isla stood in front of the final gown of the night—a dark crimson piece stitched with sheer netting and sculpted silk. It was the boldest of the collection. The one she hadn’t let anyone else touch. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t modest. It was her. "You sure you’re ready for them to see you like this?” Lydia asked, arms crossed, her voice gentler than usual.

She missed him, She knew he had hurt her badly, but for some reason, she needed him to heal her, to hold her as she cried, to tell her that everything would be okay eventually. Isabelle snapped out of her head. She looked at what looked like her reflection in the mirror. "Do I look that old?" She wondered as she traced every inch of her face while standing close to the mirror. "Should I wear something else?" "Lucas said he didn't appreciate me showing skin." She wore think pantyhose, a waist high skirt that almost touched her ankles, low heel pumps, a long sleeved top, and a cardigan sweater to seal it all up.

Lucas came to the stage, went up the steps and then he took my hand without losing sight of his brother even for a moment. Lucas leaned in and spoke quietly against my ear as he said, "I told you no one touches what belongs to me. Especially that bastard twin of mine." As soon as I left the stage, with Lucas at my side, flushed by a bidding duel, and the eyes of a crowd upon us, I looked around, and my eyes rested on her--and deadened. Isabelle. She was wearing a skintight black velvet dress, red lipstick, painted across her smirk lips, as she lifted a glass of champagne towards me. Mocking. Unbothered. Confident.