Isabelle Lightwood Costume Novels & Stories

Isabella Isabella stood in front of the floor-length mirror in what remained of the estate's guest wing, staring at her reflection like she was looking at a stranger. The deep emerald gown hugged her hourglass figure perfectly, the silk catching the light as she moved. Her long dark chestnut hair was styled in an elegant updo, her warm brown eyes enhanced with makeup that couldn't quite hide the fear underneath.

Isabel stepped forward next and my jaw dropped at the instant sight of her. She wore a floor length orange dress with two neck stripes and a V shaped bust with beads and rhinestones that glittered as she walked. The button of the dress was covered in sequins round bottom, flowing around her in a beautiful wave and a long side tail. Small circles of silver designs glittered around her waist of the dress and I had to step back to admire her more. She was the exact opposite of how she looked with her animated shirts and baggy trousers. Now she looked like a princess with her shirt hair that she hand neatly combed backwards exposing her bright orange earnings and her red prominent lips.

We sat there together, brushing and rocking her body back and forth until she was able to snap from the trance, yet even then she seemed to be out of it with her light dimmed out. Isabelle finished off my make-up, doing my hair before going over and sitting on the bed with her head cast down. The mood was dim as I shimmed in my dress. I pulled on my shoes afterwards. The dress clung onto me as if it was my skin I swear. I feared looking at the mirror yet knew that I was beyond stunning. Isabelle looked up and it was like something had snapped as a smile graced her face. Her eyes went wide yet she said nothing. My heart ached, wondering what had really happened two hours ago. I twirled around

I have a feeling, now that I am in that position myself, he might have had a bit of each of those sensations. Isla looks beautiful in a purple gown and cloak that remind me slightly of the one she’d been wearing when she first arrived at the castle. Not that I’d seen much of her in it that day, but I’d seen it hanging in her closet later. This one is the same style, but it is made of much nicer material and is a bit longer. She glances over at me, and I consider taking her hand, but most of the people in attendance aren’t sure who she is, and I don’t want the announcement of our expected child to come on the same day that we are putting to death four criminals.

“Oh, but she isn’t Father Marcus. Of all the people, she is the one who knows this arrangement very well.” Marcus’ eyes bulged. A bead of sweat escaped from his temple, running down to his jaw. “What do mean?” he uttered. Then as if on cue, from the main door of the room stepped the woman he was looking for. Ysabelle was wearing a white chiffon dress, kind of like she was ready to be sacrificed in a pending ritual. Her eyes were cast downward, but when Marcus yelled she shot a glance on him. “Ysabelle!” Both of Marcus’ hands clenched.

Good. Celestine Vare came in wearing ivory. Of course she did. She smiled at me from across the room like we were old friends running into each other at brunch. I didn't smile back. I looked straight through her like she wasn’t there. Isabella leaned over to me. "She dressed like she's the bride." "She dressed like she thinks this is still her show," I said quietly. "It's not," Isabella said. "No," I agreed. "It's not."

Deep crimson, fitted, with stones catching the light along the neckline in a way that made it look like it had been designed specifically to make a statement. "Isabelle." I looked at it. "It's beautiful but — isn't it a bit loud? It's not my party." "You are the queen-to-be of the entire Lycan Kingdom." She steered me firmly toward the dressing table by both shoulders. "Standing out is the whole point. Sit." An hour later, I barely recognised myself. Isabelle had given my black hair soft waves that fell to my waist, pinned up for now while she finished the rest. My makeup was minimal — she had been deliberate about that, letting my face stay largely as it was, just elevated. More present. Mo

" she murmured looking around, because she didn't want to have to run into Valeria again. "Wow, you look beautiful!" He said, looking Isabella up and down. "Thank you, I... "Wow! He looked her straight in the eye. "No, really, you're beautiful, too bad you're my cousin because..." Aiden raised an eyebrow maliciously. “I don't even want to imagine how you would look if you wore some makeup and clothes more in line with your age. "What?" Isabella looked at her outfit. She wore a simple dark green floral dress, sleeveless, with a knee-length bell skirt and matching sneakers, it was a simple outfit, not ostentatious.

My bare feet relished the soft white carpet, pressing down on one step after another. Sunlight poured in from the window at the landing, casting warmth and light through the palace. The golden glow made the gilded halls gleam, highlighting the splendor that would soon, if not already, be my home. To the right, down the corridor, I quickly reached the door behind which Lily would be. A knock, and I heard movement. The beautiful woman appeared. Lily. She was not in her usual grass-green uniform; today, she wore her casual attire, her everyday clothes when she wasn’t working.

Isabella’s POV I hardly recognize myself in the mirror. Mama hired stylists to get me ready for the party. I’m dressed in a royal blue vintage velvet bustier gown with a slit up the right side to the thigh. The hairdresser set my ebony hair in 1940s Hollywood waves. “Bella, you look like an old-time movie star,” Mama gushed. “So beautiful.” “Thank you, Mama,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “What’s wrong, Bella?” She asked.